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I wanna love you I wanna love and treat Love and treat you right I wanna love you Every day and every night Well be together With a roof right over our heads Well share the shelter Of my single bed Well share the same room Jah provide the bread Is this love, is this love, is this love That Im feeling? Is this love, is this love, is this love.CONTENT
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