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ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Love is such a bloody holiday
It seems that every time that I give my heart away
It comes back to me
A little worse for wear
And who I give it to doesn't even care
I could stop myself from loving you
Ask myself what good would it do
I'd only find someone else to love me who
May as well be you
Love is such a bloody holiday
It seems that every time that I give my heart away
It comes back to me
A little worse for wear
And who I give it to doesn't even care
If I'd ever loved anyone again
Wonder what would become of me then
Love leaves my heart behind and then
Here it comes again
Love is such a bloody holiday
It seems that every time that I give my heart away
It comes back to me
A little worse for wear
And who I give it to doesn't even care
Love is such a bloody holiday
It seems that every time that I give my heart away
It comes back to me
A little worse for wear
And who I give it to doesn't even care
Love is such a bloody holiday
It seems that every time that I give my heart away
It comes back to me
A little worse for wear
And who I give it to doesn't even care
