| When your boiler’s broken, I will be the South of France
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| When your day is dragging, I will scream like Friday night
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| And when your party’s run dry, I’ll be water into wine
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| If you don’t love me, I won’t be loved
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| If I can’t love you, there’ll be no one else
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| And when the traffic stands still, I will be your Tungsten Tank
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| And when your feet won’t carry, I can roll like a train
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| And when you feel you’re falling, I will meet you in the air
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| If you don’t love me, I won’t be loved
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| If I can’t love you, there’ll be no one else
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| If you don’t love me, I won’t be loved
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| If I can’t love you, I don’t want love, love, love, love
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| And when the bitters drown you, I will swim with you
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| And when the darkness holds you, I will burn like the day
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| And when you wake with no-one, I will lie with you
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| And when you wake with no-one, I will lie with you
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| If you don’t love me, I won’t be loved
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| If I can’t love you, there’ll be no one else
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| If you don’t love me, I won’t be loved
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| If I can’t love you, I don’t want love, love, love, love |