| In the golden age
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| love like a picture
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| shakespear was lying drunk in a ditch
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| scribbling out his rapture
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| or getting his pocket picked
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| He said
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| love is the subscribtion
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| passions what its worth
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| greed is a conviction
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| loves a dirty word
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| it’ll bring you down to earth
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| love is a dirty word
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| from a birds eye view you can see it
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| its sublime and its absured
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| you can buy it and you can sell it
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| but nobodies figured out how to make it work
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| You can talk about it, like it or not
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| or you can call it a curse
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| but in the end its all buried treasure underneath the mud
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| it’ll bring you down to earth
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| love is a dirty word
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| Down the snakes and up the ladders
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| blank eyed moon is my crush
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| miss you but wont give me an answer
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| but im still waiting on the second punch
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| YEAH, its a dirty, its a dirty, its a dirty word
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| love is a dirty word
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| you get blind and you get burned
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| yeah hoping you dont get hurt
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| ah the things you’re dying to learn |