| Love songs, sweet love songs
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| Love songs, sweet, sweet, sweet love
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| Hasn’t every way to write a love song been written
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| Hasn’t every way to tell the story been told
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| Hasn’t everyone been moved and soothed by the melodies
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| Aren’t there other tales to be told, other stories to unfold
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| Haven’t we anything else to say
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| Or are we merely trapped to find another way
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| to say the same things
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| Don’t we have other thoughts, other dreams
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| It seems every time I search that quiet place
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| I find myself with you face to face in my mind
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| There’s nothing left to say except «I love you»
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| Hasn’t every way to sing a love song been sung
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| Hasn’t every way to phrase the message been done
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| Haven’t all the great ones sung the melodies that’ve wooed you
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| Aren’t there other songs to be sung with messages untold
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| Seems that we’ve lost our will to challenge
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| the mind and be a unique kind of artist and
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| friend, a teacher or prophet by pen
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| But wait, don’t get me wrong, I love a good,
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| good love song
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| One that gets me real good when I close my eyes
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| I only seem to find the words «I love you»
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| «I love you», I can’t help myself
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| And as long as you keep needin' them, I’ll
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| keep servin' 'em till my last breath
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| No, I’m not alone, there’re others like you and me
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| 'Cause there’s always someone who wants to tell their story of need
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| And it’s a simple story, one as old as time
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| And we all know that sometimes love don’t have no reason or rhyme
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| Hingin' on to those love songs |