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The Suitcase Band
No more loving, just foolin’
No more hurting, no more bruisin’
No more heart aches needing mending
No more talking, just pretending
She placed a hand upon her lips, the other on my shoulder
“Just hush a while, you’ve said enough – the time for talk is over
This day to day can’t carry on
I need some space to call my own
I’d like to dance from time to time - but please don’t come much closer”
“Don’t try so hard just save your breath. I know you’re thinking of me
The little things you do for me, I don’t want you to worry
You take such care delighting me
You think so much it frightens me
It’s time for you to sober up, I don’t want you to love me”
“I try to live a simple life, you’re just too complicated
Your gentle heart is on the line and I don’t want to break it
You know how much I’ve persevered
But now I’m running out of tears
My pulse is doing double time I don’t think I can make it”
No More Loving