| Well I said what I wanted to say
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| But the words just got in the way
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| Maybe we can never work it out
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| Seems like all we ever do is scream and shout
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| And your drift is getting harder to catch
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| This love it’s like a wrestling match
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| Do we do it til our kisses feel
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| Like two big cuts that will not heal
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| Babe, there ain’t no window open
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| No hoping for a sudden change
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| And there is no door to get out of before this love gets strange
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| And loves gets strange
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| We used to wonder what it’s all about
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| But I just wanna take this garbage out
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| Maybe underneath the moonlight sky
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| I could come up with one reason to lie
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| We took it all for better or worse
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| Though we didn’t take a look at it first
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| We were blinded by the brightest light
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| Just to be on our knees in the dark tonight
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| Most spring we were doing our thing
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| Summer came the heat was to blame
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| The tears you cry and the autumnal sky (?)
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| And the cold winter chill baby --- you still
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| We said what we wanted to say
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| But the words just got in the way
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| Baby we could never work it out
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| Seems like all we do is scream and shout
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| And we’re frozen in this shadowy world
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| Silouhettes of a boy and a girl
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| You were never ----
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| Til they get so big you can’t see them at all
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| And babe, there ain’t no window open
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| No hoping for a sudden change
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| And there is no door to get out of before this love gets strange |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Love Gets Strange , by - Nick Lowe. Song from the album Pinker and Prouder Than Previous, in the genre Иностранный рок