| Much to my dismay
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| When I wake up in the morning
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| No one by my side
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| Nowhere left to hide
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| I thought music was enough
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| I could fill the empty spaces
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| Wandering the halls
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| Bouncing off the walls
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| Too
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| High to hear the song
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| Or
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| Recall the deeper meaning
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| There is but to seek redress
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| From is wretched loneliness
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| With love
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| That’s 50/50 or a hundred at a time
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| Love
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| That’s 50/50 with both of us this time
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| I can hear my love
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| And she wouldn’t try to change me
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| She knows that I will try to be
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| The best of me that I can be
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| And that is change enough
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| I could lose myself tryin' to please her
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| And after all was said and done
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| She might not like what I’d become
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| So listen to your love
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| If you let it, it will tell you
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| You got to try again, again
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| Find your lover, confidant
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| And friend
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| That’s 50/50 or a hundred at a time
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| Love, love, love, love
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| That’s 50/50 with both of us this time
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| Listen to your love
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| It will sing to you tomorrow
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| Every day’s new melody
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| Needs a different harmony
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| So listen to the song
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| And the part that never changes
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| The rhythm and the symmetry
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| Of love’s collected poetry
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| Listen close enough
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| Hear the whispers of forever
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| What we have ourselves become
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| One and one is still one
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| Love
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| That’s 50/50 or a hundred at a time
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| Love, love, love, love
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| That’s 50/50 with both of us this time
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| Love, love
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| That’s 50/50 or a hundred at a time
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| Love, love, love, love
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| That’s 50/50 with both of us this time |