| Here’s another morning
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| Soon she’ll be waking up
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| I watched her and wonder
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| If there’s a better word for love
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| So many times I’ve told her
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| It never seems enough
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| So I’ll keep searching
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| For a better word for love
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| Moaning, stumbling, wondering
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| When I find a way
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| 'Cos I know she knows
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| There’s nothing more to say
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| Tonight when I’m out walking
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| I’ll asked the stars above
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| If out there somewhere
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| There’s a better word for love
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| Moaning, stumbling, wondering
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| When I find a way
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| 'Cos I know she knows
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| There’s nothing more to say
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| So here’s another morning
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| Soon she’ll be waking up
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| I guess I’ll just hold her tight
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| 'Til there’s a better word for love
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| I guess I’ll just hold her tight
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| 'Til there’s a better word for love |