| Yes I like stormy weather
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| from my window
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| You ain’t, yeah, you ain’t so clever
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| You got it all made up But it feels like love, love, love
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| Oh yes, it feels like touch, touch, touch
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| I sit around to pass the time
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| I try to get it off my mind
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| And I live in a world oh so small
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| That I can’t get around at all
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| And it feels like love, love, love
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| Oh yes, it feels like touch, touch, touch
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| What did I say?
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| What did I say?
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| What did I say?
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| Oh, I didn’t mean it What did I do Oh, to hurt you
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| Oh, I didn’t mean it Oh, oh, I didn’t mean it!
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| I’m not saying it’s all made up It’s people there, to comb your hair
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| And I’ll think out another song
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| Won’t kill that, so beautiful
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| So it feels like love, love, love
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| Oh yes, it feels like touch, touch, touch
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| What did I say?
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| What did I say?
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| What did I say?
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| Oh, I didn’t mean it What did I do Oh, to hurt you
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| What did I do?
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| Oh, I didn’t mean it Oh, oh, I didn’t mean it!
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| And it feels like love, love, love,
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| Yes, it feels like touch, touch, touch… |