| He’s gonna go down,
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| If I keep turning him around.
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| I don’t want to see him go,
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| Don’t want to see him go.
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| No, because he’s seen
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| A lot of fast-talkin' women.
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| I believe,
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| I believe, I’d better take it slow,
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| Because I know, I know that this is love,
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| And this is the day.
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| This is love,
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| This is the day.
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| Oh, this is love,
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| This is the day,
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| The day that he’s drivin' on ice.
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| Whoa, but his body’s full of fire and flyin'.
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| Smile on his face looks so nice, but he’s just so tired of tryin'.
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| The morning brings cold weather and,
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| The nights are all alone;
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| And he thinks about that woman and he wonders,
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| Ah! |
| Will she ever know that he’s lovin' her;
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| Oh, he’s lovin' her
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| Like he’s, never loved,
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| Like he’s never loved before.
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| And bein' alone,
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| Just not that easy anymore.
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| But don’t you be sorry,
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| No, don’t you be sad.
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| Ah, you know things change.
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| The woman isn’t gonna wanna keep you, No!
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| Any longer, than you want to stay.
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| Well, so go to her,
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| When you think you know,
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| This is love, this is the day.
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| This is love, this is the day.
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| This is love,
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| Oh, this is love,
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| This is the day. |