| I see lovers in the streets walking,
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| Without a care.
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| They’re wearing out loud
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| Like there’s something in the air
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| Oooooh, and i don’t care
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| They’re treading lightly
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| No they, don’t sink in
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| There’s no tracks to follow
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| They don’t care where they going
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| Hmm
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| And if they’re lucky and they’ll,
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| They’ll get to see and if they’re
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| Really really lucky they’ll
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| Get to feel.
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| And it kicks so hard,
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| It breaks your bones.
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| Cuts so deep
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| It hits your soul.
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| Tears your skin and
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| Makes your blood flow.
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| It’s beter that you know,
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| That love is hard.
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| Love takes hostages,
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| Gives them pain.
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| Gives someone the power to
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| Hurt you again and again
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| Oooh, but they don’t care
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| And if they’re lucky and they’ll,
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| They’ll get to see and if they’re
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| Really really lucky they’ll
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| They’ll get to feel.
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| And if they’re, they’re truely blessed
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| And they’re get to believe
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| And if you’re dammed, you’ll never
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| Let youreself be diseased.
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| And it kicks so hard,
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| It breaks your bones.
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| Cuts so deep
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| It hits your soul.
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| Tears your skin and
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| Makes your blood flow.
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| It’s beter that you know,
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| That love is hard.
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| Hmmmmmmm…
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| Kicks so hard,
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| It breaks your bones.
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| Cuts so deep
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| It hits your soul.
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| Tears your skin and
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| Makes your blood flow.
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| It’s beter that we know.
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| And it kicks so hard,
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| It breaks your bones.
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| Cuts so deep
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| It hits your soul.
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| Tears your skin and
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| And makes your blood flow.
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| It’s beter that you know,
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| That love is hard.
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| Love is hard, love is hard.
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| If it was easy,
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| It wouldn’t mean nothing tough. |