| I’ve been throwing horseshoes
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| Over my left shoulder
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| I’ve spent most all my life
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| Searching for that four-leafed clover
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| Yes, you ran with me
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| Chasing my rainbows
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| Honey, I love you too
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| That’s the way love goes
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| That’s the way love goes, babe
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| That’s the music God has made
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| For all the world to sing
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| It’s never old; |
| it grows
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| Losing makes me sorry
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| You say, «Honey, don’t worry.»
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| Don’t you know I love you too
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| That’s the way love goes
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| That’s the way love goes, babe
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| That’s the music God made
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| For all the world to sing
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| It’s never old, it grows
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| Losin' makes me sorry
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| You say, «Honey, don’t you worry.»
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| Don’t you know I love you too
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| That’s the way love goes
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| Don’t you know I love you too
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| That’s the way love goes |