Waited all this time
I dont wanna try to remember
What this life was like before you and I Like handling a knife
I can see you're sharp to the touch
I can feel your heart in a rush
And you dont play around very much
Forgive me
I'm about to throw your life around And when you hear a warning That's your sound
This isn't love This isn't love
We were on a high
But it wasn't real just remember You were like a flame in December Or a cold July
Open up the doors of your temple You ran into a flood from a sprinkle You're running to the pain
Runing to the pain
Forgive me
I'm about to throw your life around And when you hear a warning That's your sound
This isn't love This isn't love
Kenneth Whalum - This Isn't Love Lyrics
Kenneth Whalum - This Isn't Love Lyrics
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Waited all this time
I dont wanna try to remember
What this life was like before you and I Like handling a knife
I can see you're sharp to the touch
I can feel your heart in a rush
And you dont play around very much
Forgive me
I'm about to throw your life around And when you hear a warning That's your sound
This isn't love This isn't love
We were on a high
But it wasn't real just remember You were like a flame in December Or a cold July
Open up the doors of your temple You ran into a flood from a sprinkle You're running to the pain
Runing to the pain
Forgive me
I'm about to throw your life around And when you hear a warning That's your sound
This isn't love This isn't love
I dont wanna try to remember
What this life was like before you and I Like handling a knife
I can see you're sharp to the touch
I can feel your heart in a rush
And you dont play around very much
Forgive me
I'm about to throw your life around And when you hear a warning That's your sound
This isn't love This isn't love
We were on a high
But it wasn't real just remember You were like a flame in December Or a cold July
Open up the doors of your temple You ran into a flood from a sprinkle You're running to the pain
Runing to the pain
Forgive me
I'm about to throw your life around And when you hear a warning That's your sound
This isn't love This isn't love
Writer: Caleb Veazey, Kenneth Whalum
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