| Now you want to be loved,
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| Yet you want to be free.
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| Your world is full of dreams,
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| Of what you hoped would be.
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| You would never be lost
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| And where love was concerned,
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| Your rivers would be crossed
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| And bridges could be burned.
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| It was great to be free
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| All the world to explore
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| And you would hold the key,
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| To open any door.
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| Now you want to be loved,
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| There’s no peace in your mind,
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| For suddenly you grow
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| And suddenly you find
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| That the world is not a dream
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| And this you have to learn
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| A very precious love,
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| Is something you must earn.
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| Is your heart still as sure,
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| As it was in your dream?
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| Are you thoughts still as pure
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| And not what they may seem?
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| Were you always the same,
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| Taking others for fools?
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| Are you playing a game
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| And making up the rules?
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| Do you cherish your love,
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| Or regret with a sigh?
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| Will you laugh at the world
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| As each day passes by?
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| Now you want to be loved,
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| Yet you want to be free,
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| But love is not a game
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| This can never be.
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| You’re sincere you believe,
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| To yourself you are true,
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| But what can you achieve
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| When miracles are few?
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| Comes a time you awake
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| To the way you must live,
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| For those who love to take,
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| Sometimes have got to give.
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| If you want to be loved,
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| You can never be free,
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| So face up to the truth
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| And someday you may see
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| If you open your heart
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| And your heart can be true,
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| As you want to be loved,
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| Your love will come to you. |