| Love isn’t love just because you wear a ring
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| It isn’t love in whispered words, promising everything
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| When every tear you cry
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| Makes you wish it would have passed you by
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| Love isn’t love when every day’s a judgment day
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| Love isn’t love because your heart breaks
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| It can just as well fade away
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| To let it slowly die
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| Is more devastating than goodbye
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| Love wasn’t love when you were discreet with it
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| Or when you took to the streets with it
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| Your fist pounding pavement for the beauty that was
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| Love wasn’t love when you were right in the thick of it
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| When you were absolutely sick with it
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| With what you thought was love
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| Love isn’t grand, it’s a world of little things
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| A simple song, a melody that you can’t help but sing
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| And the stormy skies
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| They don’t ever take you by surprise
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| Love wasn’t love when you would have died for it
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| Or when you broke down and cried for it
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| When every tear fell bitter for the beauty that was
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| Love wasn’t love even when you were mired in it
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| Sometimes you got so tired of it
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| What you thought was love
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| It takes two to love
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| The one thing that you both are worthy of
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| Love is everything
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| They’ll walk a million miles to bring you
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| Love
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| Love, you find love when you’re most afraid of it
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| But when you find it, you’ll bleed for it
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| Every drop falls painless for the beauty that is
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| Love is still love even when you’re weighed down by it
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| Sometimes you’re screaming to hell with it
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| Yet longing for their love |