| Do we ever know when love is coming
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| Is there a warning, knock at the door
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| Something tells me love is coming
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| And it will be here before you know
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| Sneaky thing it gets its hands around you
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| Holds you close, makes you wonder how
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| Oh, it wraps its roots around you
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| Puts me under, on top of the ground
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| I wasn’t prepared
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| I’m mad as Hell
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| Came up the stairs
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| And I fell
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| It’s a fuckover
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| It’s a storm
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| Long night of talkin', till morn
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| Why wasn’t I told
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| Be forewarned
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| Love’s coming
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| Love’s coming
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| Love’s coming
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| I always wondered how it chooses
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| Who wins, who loses
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| What is it love sees
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| When it decides
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| This breakdown, is worth it’s time
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| I wasn’t prepared
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| I’m mad as Hell
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| Came up the stairs
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| And I fell
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| It’s a fuckover
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| It’s a storm
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| Long night of talkin' till morn'
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| Why wasn’t I told
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| Be forewarned
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| Love’s coming
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| Love’s coming
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| Love’s coming |