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BEN BOSTICK
A GROWN UP KIND OF LOVE
Young love is such a piece of cake
So sweet, but gone so fast
You’re high then you’re low and then stomachache
It isn’t meant to last
But our love is like a garden
To be tended and taken care of
Our nourishment never uncertain
A grown up kind of love
When I’m downhearted
She gives me thrill
She gives me reason
When I’m losing my will
When I’m in the valley
Hungry and cold
I can keep climbing
Cuz she warms me and feeds my soul
It’s such a shame when a heart’s fare goes to waste
It pains me just to think of
Those hungry souls who never will taste
A grown up kind of love
A grown up kind of love
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