| I was a child
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| Who wanted love that was wild
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| Though tight as slow motion
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| But crazed with devotion
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| Insane with devotion
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| A whole other notion
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| I was fourteen and a half
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| And it wasn’t no laugh
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| Love comes in spurts
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| Love comes in spurts
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| Love comes in spurts
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| Love comes in spurts (it always hurts)
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| I just can’t get wise
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| To those tragical lies
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| Though I now know the facts
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| They still cut like an axe
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| Cuz love comes in spurts
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| In dangerous flirts
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| And it murders your heart
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| They didn’t tell you that part
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| Love comes in spurts
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| Love comes in spurts
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| Love comes in spurts
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| Love comes in spurts
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| Love comes in spurts
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| Love comes in spurts
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| Love comes in spurts
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| Love comes in spurts
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| I just can’t get wise
|
| To those tragical lies
|
| Though I now know the facts
|
| They still cut like an axe
|
| Cuz love comes in spurts
|
| In dangerous flirts
|
| And it murders your heart
|
| They didn’t tell you that part
|
| Love comes in spurts
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| Love comes in spurts
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| Love comes in spurts
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| Love comes in spurts
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| Love comes in spurts
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| Love comes in spurts
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| Love comes in spurts
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| Love comes in spurts |