| She says, What do you call love
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| Well I call it Harry
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| Oh, please I’m being serious
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| What do you call love
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| Well I don’t call it family and I don’t call it lust
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| And as we all know marriage isn’t a must
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| And I suppose in the end, it’s a matter of trust
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| If I had to I’d call love time
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| She says, What do you call love
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| Can’t you be more specific
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| What do you call love
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| Is it more than the heart’s hieroglyphic
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| Well for me time has no meaning, no future, no past
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| And when you’re in love, you don’t have to ask
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| There’s never enough time to hold love in your grasp
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| Turning time around
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| Turning time around
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| That is what love is
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| Turning time around
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| Yes, that is what love is
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| My time is your time when you’re in love
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| And time is what you never have enough of
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| You can’t see or hold it, it’s exactly like love
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| Turning time around
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| Turning time around
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| Turning time around
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| Turning time around
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| Turning time around
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| Well I gotta have it
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| I gotta-gotta-gotta have it
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| Turning, turning time around
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| Gotta have it, turning time around
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| Turning, turning time around
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| Turning time around |