| What is love, people grow apart anyway
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| What is love, when you don’t say the things you wanna say
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| What is love to you
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| What is love, when you live with none to anticipate
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| What is love, if you get by with lies that time creates
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| What is love to you
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| Love to me is when it doesn’t matter what or how you do it
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| And you just care about the here and now till then
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| Love to me is joy and pain in one-
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| a gamble and jumble, a grave big mess
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| And I’ve come to learn to love and to accept
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| Do I really have to accept this mess?
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| Tell me, tell me
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| What is love, when all you have is hurt that duplicates
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| What is love, when you feel like you’ve got nothing more to give
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| Love to me is when it doesn’t matter what or how you do if
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| And you just care about the here and now till then
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| Love to me is joy and pain in one-
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| a gamble and jumble, a grave big mess
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| And I’ve come to learn to love and to accept
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| Do I really have to accept this mess?
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| Tell me, tell me
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| But love to you is convenience
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| Anything you’ll get to mask the pain you feel
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| Cause you loved him once so true
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| But you are everything, the world to me
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| I’ve known love since February 1995 when you held me
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| I guess I will learn to accept this mess |