| I caught a piece of the sunshine, put a little hope in me
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| But after the flood raged, there’s nothing really left to see
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| But I was not done, or beat, the violence was a source of strength
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| Not everything is always just as it seems
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| What you call love, is just urgency
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| What you call love, is a place you turn in an emergency
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| Would you give up, when it’s not what you want it to be?
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| But that’s not love, what you call love
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| I caught a piece of the sunshine, burned a little hole in me
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| But after the flood raged, there’s nothing really left to see
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| But i was not done or beat, the violence was a source of strength
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| Not everything is always just as it seems
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| What you call love, is just urgency
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| What you call love, is a place you turn in an emergency
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| Would you give up, when its not what you want it to be?
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| But thats not love, what you call love
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| What you call love, is just urgency
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| What you call love is a place to turn in an emergency
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| Would you give up when its not what you want it to be?
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| But thats not love, what you call love
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| No thats not love, what you call love
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| Thats not love, what you call love |