Still not a single word.

It weighs sixteen ton and measures from the bottom of the floor.
It counts as one but still it feels like a thousand more.
A silly thing that you want to destroy.
Who could ever think you would want to hurt this boy.
But now you see he's brought to his knees,
by this thing called love.
And you still don't feel as it seems,
a thing called love.

You can put it in the ground,
burn it all up.
Shoot it in the heart or making it drown.
But we still will be brought down by this thing called love.

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