| Everybody’s heart is torn and tattered
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| Mine was not designed for giving up
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| 'cos all I’ve ever done that really matters
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| It’s what I did for love
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| So count me with the wound and the shaking
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| Even when I’m barely standing up
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| I’ve tried to offer more than I have taken
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| It’s what I did for love
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| What I did for love, what I did for love
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| And I hope that you can see
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| All that love they’ve done for me
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| And when they sit and list the reasons I’ve existed
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| I’m afraid it won’t add up to very much
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| 'cos I’ve gathered all I had and gladly rested
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| That’s what I did for love
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| What I did for love, …
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| Some day I’ll make silently surrender
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| This old heart has finally had enough
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| But I hope that I will always be remembered
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| For what I did for love |