| Bare feet on the bench seat, highway and the sky
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| Bandana in your blue jeans, you DJ, I drive
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| Flipping through the radio in my hat you always steal
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| Yeah, love is real
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| Quick stop at a Texaco, last exit for miles
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| Tank top and a Topo-Chico, high on your smile
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| Feeling like a polaroid, the way time’s standing still
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| Yeah, love is real
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| And I could drive, your hand in mine
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| Oh, baby, we’ll go till we run outta road
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| And the rust runs out these wheels
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| The way I feel, know I always will
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| I am yours, you are mine, love is real
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| Soon as It’s Your Love came on, I felt every word
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| Hearing your pretty voice sing along changed the way I heard
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| The way I feel, the way I see, honestly make me believe
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| That I could drive, your hand in mine
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| Oh, baby, we’ll go till we run outta road
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| And the rust runs out these wheels
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| The way I feel, know I always will
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| I am yours, you are mine, love is real
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| Yeah, love is real, baby
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| Yeah, they can call us crazy
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| But that ain’t gon' stop me from calling you baby
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| So come on, let’s drive, your hand in mine
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| Oh, baby, we’ll go till we run outta road
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| And the rust runs out these wheels
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| The way I feel, I know I always will
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| I am yours, you are mine, love is real
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| I am yours, you are mine, love is real
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| (Love is real, loving you is real) yeah
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| (Love is real, loving you is real) I am yours
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| (Love is real, loving you is real) you are mine
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| (Love is real, loving you is real) love is real
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| (Love is real, loving you is real) mmh-hm
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| (Love is real, loving) |