| Now there is a song beneath the song
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| One day you’ll learn
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| You’ll soon discern its true meaning
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| An interesting detachment
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| A listless poem of love sincere
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| Desire, despair
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| Overlapping melodies
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| And it’s not a love, it’s not a love
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| It’s not a love, it’s not a love song
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| It’s not a love, it’s not a love, it’s not a love song
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| It’s not a love, it’s not a love, it’s not a love song
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| Oh now the roots are reminiscing
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| Recurring dreams of minor chords
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| Metred time
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| Muted chimes find the beat
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| And in the pulse there lies conviction
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| A steady push and pull routine
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| The cymbals swell
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| High notes flail into reach
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| And it’s not a love, it’s not a love
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| It’s not a love, it’s not a love song
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| It’s not a love, it’s not a love, it’s not a love song
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| It’s not a love, it’s not a love, it’s not a love song
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| It’s not a love, it’s not a love,
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| It’s not a love, it’s not a love song
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| It’s not a love, it’s not a love, it’s not a love song
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| It’s not a love, it’s not a love, it’s not a love song |