| I want to walk with you
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| At sunset in Barbados
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| I want to talk to you
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| And share a drink at Friends Bar
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| Until we drift away, into the neon
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| Oh lights, I want to know:
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| Where does your love come from (Whenever you feel low?)
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| Where does your love come from?
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| Come from?
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| I want to see you smile
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| Forget about Golders Green;
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| We’ll walk a hundred miles
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| The sand and sea between us
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| And the ocean sings our unwritten story
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| Oh waves, I want to know:
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| Where does your love come from (Whenever you feel low?)
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| Where does your love come from?
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| Where does your love come from (When you’re stuck in status quo?)
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| Where does your love come from?
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| Come from?
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| It is alright to go along
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| We have done nothing wrong
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| I feel alive, I breath again
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| It is alright to go along
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| We have done nothing wrong
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| I feel alive, I breath again
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| Where does your love come from (Whenever you feel low?)
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| Where does your love come from?
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| Where does your love come from (When you’re stuck in status quo?)
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| Where does your love come from?
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| It is alright to go along
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| We have done nothing wrong
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| I feel alive, I breath again
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| It is alright to go along
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| We have done nothing wrong
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| I feel alive, I breath again |