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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 before 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
(Falling out)
Falling out
(Falling out)
We had a falling out
The 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
(Falling out)
Falling out
(Falling out)
We had a falling out
Yeah, hell yeah
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- Do To The Beast
- 1965
- Black Love
- What Jail Is Like (ep)
- Gentlemen
- Miscellaneous
- Congregation
- Up In It
- Gentlemen at 21
- Gentlemen (Gentlemen at 21 Deluxe Edition)
- 2014-07-15: Live in London: Electric Ballroom, London, UK
- VISIONS: All Areas, Volume 160
- Musikexpress 0514 - Der Soundtrack zum Heft
- Paste Sampler 137
- The Current Sampler of Music from Sub Pop Records
- Algiers
- What Jail Is Like
- The Rockpalast Sessions
- Somethin’ Hot
- 66