| Your love is like a chunk of gold
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| Hard to gain and hard to hold
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| Like a rose that’s so soft to touch
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| Love has gone that can hurt so much
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| Well and why?
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| Must the same love that made me laugh
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| Have to make me cry?
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| Well you think of love as sittin' on a mountain
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| Think of it as bein' a great big rock
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| Why don’t you think before you started to roll it down?
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| Because once you start it, you can’t make it stop
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| I’ve given all I have to give
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| And if you don’t want me, I don’t want to live
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| Oh, you think of love as sittin' on a mountain
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| Think of it as bein' a great big rock
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| Why don’t you think before you started to roll it down?
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| Because once you start it, you can’t make it stop
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| I’ve given all I have to give
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| And if you don’t want me, I don’t want to live
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| Well and why?
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| Must the same love that made me laugh
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| Have to make me cry?
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| Oh now why?
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| Must the same love that made me laugh
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| Why you wanna make me cry?
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| Why you wanna make me cry?
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| Tell me now |