| Does anyone really know how to love?
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| Does anyone really feel what they dreamt of?
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| Or is it all a puzzle maze
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| But we never actually walk out the other side
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| We go round and round and round
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| Taking wrong times
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| And clinging to the edges of ourselves
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| What is this thing that we called love?
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| What is this thing that I dreamt of?
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| What is this thing that with such a rush?
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| What is this thing that we called love?
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| What is love?
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| Oh, what is love?
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| You think you felt it all
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| But then it hits
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| A comet from above
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| Crashes into your lips
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| And suddenly you find yourself
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| Thinking of things you never thought of before
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| And something in you changes
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| You can’t think of anything else
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| Apart from the person that left a rose by your door
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| What is this thing that we called love?
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| What is this thing that I dreamt of?
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| What is this thing that with such a rush?
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| What is this thing that we called love?
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| What is love?
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| Oh, what is love?
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| What is love?
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| Oh, what is love?
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| What is this thing that we called love?
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| What is this thing that I dreamt of?
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| What is this thing that with such a rush?
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| What is this thing that we called love?
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| What is this thing that we called love?
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| What is this thing that we called love? |