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By michael mcdonald and bernie chiaravalle |
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Down here on love's killin' floor |
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I doubt if we could take much more |
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Here and now, (we) need to ask ourselves why |
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We've come this far only to find |
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The price of happiness |
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We no longer pay |
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You gotta really love someone |
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Words alone are cheap |
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It's more of what you do |
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And less of what you say |
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Baby i don't wanna live |
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In some prison of promises |
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Baby look around at all this emptiness |
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There ain't no love to be found |
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With a love like this |
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All broken and bruised |
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You just walk a way |
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With nothin' to lose |
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Here and now, (we've) got to ask ourselves why |
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If love is through, then why even try |
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Baby i don't wanna live |
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In some prison of promises |
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Baby look around |
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It's all but hopeless know |
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Baby look at you and me |
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This vision of loneliness |
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Any fool can see |
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The walls are tumblin' down |
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There ain't no love to be found |
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Take a look at you and me |
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This vision of loneliness |
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Baby any fool can see |
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That between you and me |
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There ain't no love to be found |
