| There is romance
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| And there is love
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| There are reports of a heart-robbing beauty whose victim I know
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| I can’t hesitate or wait
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| 'Cause I don’t speak that language
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| I don’t know that tone
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| I can’t translate from right to wrong
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| I can just call it love
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| Yes, you heard right
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| I call it love
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| There is romance
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| And there is love
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| That seems to be the only system that they know of
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| But why be satisfied with only love
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| When there are games you should know of
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| Such as romance and turtledoves
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| Who wonder if it’s love
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| I wanna call it love
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| Can we dance instead of walking?
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| We wanna break in to love’s industry
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| Lie down where it’s machinery slows down
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| When we’ve danced our socks off and it’s late
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| We’ll lie down to anticipate forever
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| When we romance
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| I feel a part
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| Of the loveliest human creature that I know by far
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| Who stays away from other boys
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| 'Cause she knows where she’s life or death or love
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| Where she is thought so highly of
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| Where someone calls her love
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| I wanna call it love
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| When we dance
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| Darling explosions!
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| We are chemistry without chemicals
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| A constant chain outside us both
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| Remember!
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| I’ve never felt so right before
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| And chances are it could be so
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| Can we dance instead of walking?
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| We wanna break into love’s industry
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| Lie down where it’s machinery slows down
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| When we’ve danced our socks off and it’s late
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| We’ll lie down to anticipate forever
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| There is romance that changes its course
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| Or just sad statistics I answer with anti-remorse
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| When I am satisfied don’t tell me so
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| Just let me go on and on and on
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| And as I wake up by your side
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| I’ll know that it is love
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| Or at least I call it love |