| It wasn’t always like this
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| It wasn’t always so We did it in the darkness
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| We did it in the cold
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| Caught in a fairly extraordinary world
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| It’s emotional
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| Where talking it rarely that necessary
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| And time doesn’t count at all
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| (Whispered verse — very unclear!)
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| Bohemian boys and Brazilian girls
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| Make familiar noise in a familiar world
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| Its like a million beats in a Parisian heart
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| (They're made of glass)
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| Working the west with the girls from the east
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| Working a sweat from a million beats
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| Where oblivion stops and oblivion starts
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| (They're made of glass)
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| Chorus:
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| Love makes the world go round
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| I hold it in my hands
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| But it slips away
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| (And I watch it fade)
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| Love is a mystery
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| I hear it talk to me But the words are strange
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| (Like it knows my name)
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| Love makes the world go round
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| I hold it in my hands
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| But it slips away
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| (And I watch it fade)
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| Love is a mystery
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| I hear it talk to me But the words are strange
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| (They're made of glass)
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| It wasn’t always easy
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| It wasn’t always fun
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| We interwine niaively
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| But in the end we’re one
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| Caught in a fairly extraordinary world
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| It’s emotional
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| Where talking it rarely that necessary
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| And time doesn’t count at all
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| Chorus:
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| Love makes the world go round
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| I hold it in my hands
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| But it slips away
|
| (And I watch it fade)
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| Love is a mystery
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| I hear it talk to me But the words are strange
|
| (Like it knows my name)
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| Love makes the world go round
|
| I hold it in my hands
|
| But it slips away
|
| (And I watch it fade)
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| Love is a mystery
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| I hear it talk to me But the words are strange
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| (They're made of glass) |