| I’ve been throwing horseshoes
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| Over my left shoulder
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| I’ve spent most all my life
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| Searching for that four-leafed clover
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| Yet you ran with me,
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| Chasing my rainbows
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| And honey I love you, too
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| that’s the way love goes.
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| That’s the way love goes, babe
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| That’s the music God made
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| For all the world to sing
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| Its never old; |
| it grows
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| Losing makes me sorry
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| well now, «Honey, don’t worry.»
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| dont u kno i love u too
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| that’s the way love goes.
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| thats the way love goes babe
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| thats the music god made
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| for all the world to sing
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| it’s never old it grows
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| losin makes me sorry
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| you say, honey i dont worry
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| i love you too
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| thats the way love goes |