| I’ve been told that love is patient
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| Like a sniper, like a snake
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| But I know that love is also blind
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| Asleep when it’s awake
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| And it’s tricky-love's a hippy
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| But it’s sure no pacifist
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| Love’s a storm that comes from nowhere
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| Black and unafraid to go where
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| It’ll birth you in an incandescent blitz
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| Be like lightning
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| Incidental in your fire
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| In your striking
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| Be the chaos love requires
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| Be like lightning
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| Love dismisses all the angry boys
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| It’s bored with the police
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| It electrocutes them, effortless
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| No thought of their release
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| That’s the kind of love that makes you
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| That’s the raincloud you obey
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| In the swiftly rising rivers
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| In the flooding of the gutter
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| Love will drown the world and wash it all away
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| Be like lightning
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| All the water and the fire
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| In your striking
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| Be the chaos love requires
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| Be like lightning (sudden)
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| Casting shadows in the flash
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| In your striking (summoned)
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| All that’s left is love and ash
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| There was nothing in the world before the spark
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| No light to give a name to the dark
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| Be like lightning (forever)
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| You’re just happening and happening
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| And striking (whatever)
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| And unraveling and dazzling |