| You know it’s alright
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| Just to take me home
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| To your serious house
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| With your serious tones
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| You’re a serious man
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| With a serious smile
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| But the summer is hot
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| And I might surprise you
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| In a very short while
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| We’ll have left them behind
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| With their faces quite pained
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| As they try to remind themselves
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| Oh, it’s really so wrong
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| It’s really so out
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| And it’s really not cool
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| To take a young girl about
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| And I know the young man
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| With a century’s face
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| A philosopher king
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| He will try to amaze
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| With examples of love
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| And examples of hate
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| And to see them explode
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| We will just have to—
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| It’s a simple love story
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| It grows better all the time
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| You can tell me all about it
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| But first I’ll tell you about mine
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| You know it’s alright
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| To be trustful; |
| have tact
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| But the problem’s complex
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| When you keep holding back
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| We could talk for an hour
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| We could talk for a day
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| But the people we know
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| Will still have their say
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| Talk of such virtuous women
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| Talk of such noble men
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| But if I’m on the level
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| I have met none of them
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| Oh, I’ve met troubled people
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| With deep and dark thoughts
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| Who have hallowed my name
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| And sworn I will get caught
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| But why waste real feeling
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| And why waste our time
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| To let the earth bow
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| To no virtue of—
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| It’s a simple love story
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| It grows better all the time
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| You can tell me all about it
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| But first I’ll tell you about mine
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| You know it’s alright
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| Just to make mistakes
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| But to tail it with hurt
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| Is the gravest make
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| We all create lives
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| Which we don’t understand
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| But to point the accused
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| Is a job for no man
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| And we curse our own longing
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| And curse our own ways
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| I won’t be satisfied
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| With my soul that’s—
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| It’s a simple love story
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| It grows better all the time
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| You can tell me all about it
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| Now I’ve told you about mine |