Kill the Love

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© 2025

Written in London, 2001



Draw the curtains

lock the door

the angel of love

is no more

shut down the music

dim the lights

wrap up warm

here comes the night

kill the love

it brings only pain

blackest clouds

cold driving rain

forget trust

back to one

look no more to see the sun

look at the real where the false meet

brick on brick the wall is complete

kill the love

it brings only pain

I will not walk that road again

look at the real where the false meet

brick on brick the wall is complete.



Copyright update:  Lyrics written © 2001, song created © 2025.
© Christine Jordaan. I am the original author and creative director of each song. The music and vocals were generated using AI tools licensed under a paid subscription which grants me full ownership and commercial rights to the final tracks. While I do not claim authorship of the instrumental or vocal algorithms, I retain copyright over all lyrics and the completed works as my creative output. All rights reserved.


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