| Love, I am told is the deepest mystery
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| Harder to fathom than any sea
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| More precious than all the earth and sky
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| But nobody can tell you why
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| You give one heart
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| You get back two
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| That’s the paradox
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| Of I love you
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| Said when you give your heart
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| You get one, too
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| That’s the paradox
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| Of I love you
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| If it is love for which you’ve cried
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| You know how it feels on the moon’s dark side
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| But if you baby loves you right
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| You can have sky rockets any old night
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| Give one heart
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| You get back two
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| That’s the paradox
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| Of I love you
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| And you can’t help saying it
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| I love you
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| Keep on saying it
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| I love you
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| You can’t stop saying it
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| I love you
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| I won’t stop until you say it too
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| Love can be gentle, soft and tame
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| Or so rough you wouldn’t know its name
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| Shy and wild like a runaway child
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| Storms of love always end up mild
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| Give one heart
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| You give one heart
|
| You get back two
|
| That’s the paradox
|
| Of I love you
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| Said when you give your heart
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| You get one, too
|
| That’s the paradox
|
| Of I love you
|
| Give one heart
|
| You get back two
|
| That’s the paradox
|
| Of I love you
|
| And you can’t help saying it
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| I love you
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| Keep on saying it
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| I love you
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| You can’t stop saying it
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| I love you
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| I won’t stop until you say it too |