| I think I know what love is forgiveness for a start
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| Room for those you love to hate somewhere inside your heart
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| There are those who say that love is naught but gossip column news
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| Or old roller skates that fasten to the bottom of your shoes
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| Love
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| Some say love’s a meditation on everything we are
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| Good, bad, and indifferent, self-righteous and bizarre
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| It’s right there in the crosshairs, our every last mistake
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| The sinners we’ve made holy, the saints we’ve burned at stake
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| If love is revelation and love we thus receive
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| It all comes down to knowing less than most of us alone believe
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| If you’re asking me what love is, here’s what I might say
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| You can find it out there anywhere on any given day
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| It’s an endless stream of consciousness obtained in drips and drabs
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| And a chance to do the right thing when there’s no one keeping tabs
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| If love is what we make it, as you reap so you sow
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| The yang and yin, the where and when, the first and last to come and go
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| Love is all creation, love is manifest
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| It’s love when we’re all given life and love when we’re all laid to rest |