| A face in the crowd is watching me
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| Don’t you forget
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| That love cannot be taken for granted
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| You’ll have to believe it
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| That’s all right
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| But I never seem to work out how it ends
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| And I think it’s almost never making sense
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| And it’s hard to control
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| Cause love is emotional
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| Inside the walls of monasteries
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| Men make their rounds
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| And knowledge is their friend
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| Written down reminding us that
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| Love is a concept the road to redemption
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| That’s all right
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| But I never seem to work out what they meant
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| And I think it’s almost never making sense
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| But it’s out of control
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| Cause love is emotional
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| I feel like a lone star
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| Out there on the edge of the universe
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| Kids sleeping with their headphones
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| All crying in the car on the way home
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| Mom’s crying in the front seat
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| Now they’re playing our song on the radio
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| Pull back the shades and let me out
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| Black angel wings on a leather couch
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| Analyze the way we’re feeling
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| I’m afraid you’ll discover you don’t want me anymore
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| That’s all right
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| But I never seem to work out how it ends
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| And I think that we can fight and still be friends
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| Words are hard to control
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| Some are better left unspoken
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| Cause love is emotional |