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Lyricist: The Afghan Whigs
Lyrics:
The storm was blowing from the South
The blood was running from your mouth
Glass was shattered on the floor A hundred pieces maybe more
I remember you were crying Just befoere you sent it flying Silent sounding pounding on my floor
You may not believe me, baby When I tell you that I am Mr. Superlove
You may not believe me, baby When I tell you that I am Mr. Superlove Falling out Falling out Falling out We had a falling-out
Clothes were lying on the chair
Your face was hidden by your hair
All that I could think of then was What it must have felt like when you Were lying naked headlong down the stairs
You may not believe me, baby When I tell you that I am Mr. Superlove
You may not believe me, baby When I tell you that I am Mr. Superlove
You may not believe me, baby When I tell you that I am Mr. Superlove
You may not believe me, baby When I tell you that I am Mr. Superlove
Falling out Falling out Falling out We had a falling-out
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