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This love has been tested |
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This love has been tried |
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This love has been questioned |
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Held to the fire |
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It has faced stones, the wind and rain |
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It has been thought to feel some pain |
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This love has no doubts from certainty |
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It has no patience in urgency |
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It has it's haters, will have it's fans |
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Will have it's freedom and it's demands |
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But this love, hold it, hold it |
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Never get rid of |
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Hold it, hold it |
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Oh, never get rid of |
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Hold it |
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This love |
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We'll have glory, we'll have shame |
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We'll be praised, it will blamed |
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We'll have passion, we'll have it's purpose |
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We'll have it's prize and it's all worth it |
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At times we'll triumph, at times we'll fail |
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It can be heaven, well, it can be hell |
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It will right, it can be wrong |
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For the rest of my life I'm gonna sing my song |
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This love, hold it, hold it |
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Never get rid of |
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Hold it, hold it |
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Oh, never get rid of |
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Hold it |
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This love |
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This love, hold it, hold it |
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Never get rid of |
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Hold it, hold it |
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Oh, never get rid of |
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Hold it |
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This love |
