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Well, it can get you in the back, boy |
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Or you can lie around in roses |
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Or maybe walk around wonderin' |
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You know, goin' through the motions |
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Hey, ain't love strange? |
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Hey, ain't love strange? |
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Boy, talk about changes |
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Ain't love strange? |
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Well, it can make you string barb-wire |
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Around your little piece of ground |
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Yeah, for emotional protection |
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Oh, but it's too late now |
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Hey, ain't love strange? |
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Hey, ain't love strange? |
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Boy, talk about changes |
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Ain't love strange? |
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Some keep tryin' it |
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Giving and denying it |
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And I don't know why it is |
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I guess you never quit |
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Tryin' to make sense of it |
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Oh, 'cause it can feel like perfection |
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But never all the time |
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But you don't wanna be alone again |
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Oh, my, my |
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Hey, ain't love strange? |
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Hey, ain't love strange? |
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Boy, talk about changes |
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Ain't love strange? |
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Ain't love strange? |
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Hey, ain't love strange? |
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Boy, talk about lonely |
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Hey, ain't love strange? |
