| When you’re young and you say you believe it, man you’re never gonna
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| ch-ch-ch-change
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| You can read about it all in imaginary stories but you never get the glory
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| 'cause in life it ain’t the same
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| You give a bit, and you give a bit, and it’s all you’ll ever d-d-d-do
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| But you still keep believing in your loveshit
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| 'Cause you’re hoping one day it’ll happen to you, like
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| My baby with the sunset eyes, making moves that can burn my soul
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| Well it’s the last song we’ll ever hear before we go
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| What can I do about this loveshit anyway?
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| There’s nothing you can do to ease my mind
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| What can I do about this loveshit anyway?
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| D’you have to waste your life before you find
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| It’s all loveshit
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| Sign your name on the dotted line, it’s time for you to su-su-su-suffer
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| You’re gonna wish you’d changed your mind in a-three weeks time
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| 'Cause then you’ll find that one lover’s like another
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| Say goodbye to it, maybe cry a bit, it’s a waste of fucking t-t-t-tears
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| But you still keep believing in your loveshit
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| 'Cause if you ain’t holding hands people say that you’re queer
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| Teacher, teacher won’t you open your eyes, teach me something that I need to
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| know
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| 'Cause it’s the last song we’ll ever hear before we go
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| It’s a popular myth that we’ve grown up with since the age of man’s desire
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| If it’s true romance to be in your pants I don’t buy, I don’t buy,
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| you know I don’t buy
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| …Mentioned it, now what was your name?
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| …Everybody does…
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| I bet the chorus comes now… |