| I’m telling you you can’t hide away from love
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| Even though you may feel you’ve had enough
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| It’ll give you two black eyes
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| And discolour all your skies
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| I’m telling you you can’t hide away from love
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| I’m telling you now don’t mess around with love
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| I’m telling you you won’t last a round with love
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| It’ll have you on your back
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| It’ll break into your flat
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| I’m telling you you can’t hide away from love
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| Like a man off the wagon
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| Who’s found the minibar key
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| When your ex-raver stumbles
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| Into your warehouse party
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| So reel me in until I’m gasping for air
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| 'Cause there’s no love without despair
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| I’m telling you to throw on the clothes of love
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| I’m telling you they’re worth it, the woes of love
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| It’ll shake you to the core
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| And leave you crying on the floor
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| I’m telling you you can’t hide away from love
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| Hide away from love |