| If I could write
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| Three minutes with an honest pen
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| Forget about the Romeos and Supermen
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| Everybody’s gettin' so engrossed
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| Forgettin' 'bout things that mean the most
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| It’s strange so strange there’s so much we’re not sayin'
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| And if love is not blind
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| Then why so many people
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| Still tryna find their way
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| Sometimes I feel
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| Like everything around me just means nothing
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| Sometimes I feel like everyone around me Is needing something
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| Don’t wanna sing another love song
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| (OOOOHHH)
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| Don’t wanna sing another love song
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| (It really means nothing)
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| When the world around me so wrong
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| (OOOOHHH)
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| Don’t wanna sing another love song
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| Another love song
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| (It really means nothing)
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| Another love song
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| (Because we ain’t loving)
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| We can’t go on preaching
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| That we got it And just act like
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| The situation will solve itself
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| I think it’s just a little bit crazy
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| I think it’s just a little bit mad
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| How we’re ignorin' all that’s goin' on And if love is not blind
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| Then why so many people
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| Still tryna find their way
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| Take a look around you
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| Tell me what you see
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| It will astound you
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| People killing
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| People dying
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| So much crying
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| So much fighting
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| So it’s time we talk about it
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| (Dank an Daniel Studer für den Text) |