| Old Mr. Johnson and his wife attend my church
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| Fifty-two years and they still love like it’s the first
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| He holds the door, she holds his hand, they kiss a little
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| He helps her in the truck, she slides right to the middle
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| And so one day I ask him how they keep the fire alive
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| He said: «You see two old people, but something down deep inside
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| Love is always sixteen
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| It’s always the same, though people might change
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| Its forever young
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| Love don’t have to turn cold, though lovers grow old
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| Love don’t have to grow weak
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| Cause love is always sixteen
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| Baby, don’t you find it just a little bit peculiar
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| However close we get, we’re never too familiar
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| Everyday I wake up loving you so much it hurts
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| And, baby, every kiss we kiss still feels like it’s the first
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| And it turns me on to know this feeling’s never gonna fade
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| I’m still gonna want you even when we’re old and grey
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| Through all of its phases, it’s timeless and ageless
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| You’re like the sun in a clear morning sky
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| Is always sixteen |