| And now their saying we’re saying we’re just too young
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| We’re too hung up on the prospect of true love
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| But who are they to choose
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| They never really knew us
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| I’m yelling in the streets that grew us
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| The melody in Moonstruck
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| Now that’s amore they all say
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| Amuse me
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| Accusing me of always falling prey to movies
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| Or maybe it’s the hallways
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| Of Orsay musee that moved me
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| Measuring a youths dream on shoe strings
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| As if a beggar can be choosing
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| As if I’m better of alone just to make it less confusing
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| I take a breath
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| I take a few things
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| I make a left
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| I feel the stress of what the future brings
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| And it feels like living
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| I peel right passed them
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| Turn the wheel and forgive them
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| When your real life flashes
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| Through the seal of eye lashes
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| Run the reel
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| Sign action
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| And still time’s asking of love
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| What of love
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| That feeling that tears away
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| The ordinary day
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| What of love
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| Don’t dare me to say
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| There’s just no other way
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| What of love
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| O.k. |
| so now I’m petrified
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| It seems I might have skipped a step of pride
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| Had written checks
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| But didn’t check to see what should be kept inside
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| Love was unexpected
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| I guess it’s just my eyes
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| Which never once reflected
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| The sum of my investment in time
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| It was mine
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| Never could I foresee
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| Leveraging the four C’s
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| Now I’m thinking wise
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| While I’m at the store without the ring size
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| Smiles from the door man
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| Reminding I’m a poor man’s dime
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| Why’s it so complicated
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| My momma never stopped and waited for a rock
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| My pops could not have paid it off
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| On a pizza mans wage
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| Of course the marketing defeats a mans say
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| The force which is quick to divorce
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| Epiphanies from the source
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| And stick you with the cost at Tiffany’s
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| Who’d a thought
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| We’d still be amazed by the poets and plays
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| While the question on the podium remains
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| Of love
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| What of love
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| That feeling that tears away
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| The ordinary day
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| What of love
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| Don’t dare me to say
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| There’s just no other way
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| What of love |