| Two young kids, a night in May
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| A country road and a Chevrolet
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| Beneath the summer moon
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| Almost a woman, almost a ma
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| Things like this get out of hand
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| Seventeen and that’s too soon
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| You can call it youth and blame it on the night
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| You can call it life and say that it’s not right
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| You can call it foolish, blame it on the stars above
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| Call it what you want, I call it love
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| Blood runs high and wrong or right
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| They lose their heads and run off one night
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| And what’s done can’t be undone
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| Thinking life’s an easy thing
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| A borrowed dress and a wedding ring
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| Eighteen and that’s too young
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| You can call it youth and blame it on the night
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| You can call it life and say that it’s not right
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| You can call it foolish, blame it on the stars above
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| Call it what you want, I call it love
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| Time goes on and in a while
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| It’s a rented room and a month-old child
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| And they’re down to just getting by
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| It’s hard to last when life’s that way
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| People shake their heads and say
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| They won’t make it, ah, but they might
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| You can call it youth and blame it on the night
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| You can call it life and say that it’s not right
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| You can call it foolish, blame it on the stars above
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| Call it what you want, I call it love, I call it love |