| When they say a heart’s too young to truly fall in love
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| And these are the words of liars or just fools
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| Who’s to say when that feeling will creep
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| Down an anonymous street and break every sensible rule
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| It’s beautiful and strange, common and plain
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| And the only thing for certain is all the uncertainty
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| You feel you’re numb, revealed and sometimes hidden
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| From the truth that you know all too well inside
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| And these are only a few of the many contradictions of love
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| Love’s a pirate, a thief, who’ll make you believe
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| That one day he’ll fly a flag of truce
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| Though he lies through his smiles, still he makes
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| You believe, you know, you could be wrong
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| It’s beautiful and strange, common and plain
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| And the only thing for certain is all the uncertainty
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| You feel you’re numb, revealed and sometimes hidden
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| From the truth that you know all too well inside
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| And these are only a few of the many contradictions of love
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| What’s a little confusion, a little despair
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| If it’s the price to be recognized by love?
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| Oh, yes, it’s beautiful and strange |
| Yes, it’s beautiful and strange
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| And it’s beautiful |