| Love is a beautiful thing
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| When it knows how to swing
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| And it grooves like a clock
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| But the hands on the clock
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| Tell the lovers to part
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| And it’s breakin' my heart
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| To have to spend another day without him
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| Doo dooo doo doo
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| I spend the night in a chair
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| Thinking' he’ll be there
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| But he never comes
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| Then I wake up and wipe
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| The sleep from my eyes
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| And I rise, to face another day
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| Without him
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| It’s just no good anymore
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| When you walk through the door
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| Of an empty room
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| Then you go inside and set a table for one
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| It’s not fun
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| To spend another day without him
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| We burst the pretty balloon
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| Took us to the moon
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| Such a beautiful thing
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| But it’s ended now and it sounds like a lie
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| If I said I’d rather die
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| Than be without him
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| Love is a beautiful thing
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| When it knows how to swing
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| And it grooves like a clock
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| But the hands on the clock
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| Tell the lovers to part
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| And it’s breakin' my heart
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| To have to spend another day without him |