| I feel the love
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| Well, it’s all that I wanted, you know
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| I’ve had enough now
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| I’ve had enough of all this lovey-dovey stuff
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| And then you get caught up and feel offended
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| When you know that no one really meant it
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| Better take your chances to act demented
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| It’s inflammatory, but we’re all directed
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| You get this feeling
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| Oh boy, it’s so revealing
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| I just can’t stop from stealing
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| Another look at you, Babe
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| I feel the love of Bob Lennon
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| I feel the love of John Dylan
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| I feel the love when they go solo
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| I feel the love of Yoko Bono
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| And all the boys, they just can’t taste it
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| And all the girls, they just can’t place it
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| Erase it, erase it, erase it, erase it
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| I’ve dropped enough bombs
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| Into the crowded rows of infidels
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| I sent a peace park
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| It’s a symbol for my love of all this light
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| Well, they’re just some words we keep repeating
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| And they have no meaning, and they need deleting
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| And it’s so fantastic or as plastic
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| It’s a rhinoplasty in a video mastique
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| You get this feeling
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| Oh boy, it’s so revealing
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| I just can’t stop from stealing
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| Another look at you, Babe
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| I feel the love of Bob Lennon
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| I feel the love of John Dylan
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| I feel the love old Han Solo
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| I’ve got the love of Yoko Ono
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| And all the boys, they just can’t place it
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| And all the girls, they just can’t taste it
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| Erase it, erase it, erase it, erase it
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| You get this feeling
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| Oh boy, it’s so revealing
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| I just can’t stop from stealing
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| Another look at you, Babe
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| I know I’ve never been right
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| I know you’ve never been wrong
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| I know I’ve never been right
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| I know you’ve never been wrong
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| You get this feeling
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| Oh boy, it’s so revealing
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| I just can’t stop from stealing
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| Another look at you, Babe |