| Love is a beautiful thing
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| Hugging, kissing, laughing, holding hands
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| Love is a beautiful thing
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| Unless it’s you loving another man
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| And I can’t stand to see you hugging, kissing, laughing, holding hands
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| If it’s not me you see how could that be a thing of beauty?
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| Oh no
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| Love is a beautiful thing
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| Birds are singing songs down from the trees
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| Love is a beautiful thing
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| The breeze is blowing, rustling Autumn leaves
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| But if those leaves are rustling underneath somebody else’s feet
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| If it’s not me you see then how could that be a thing of beauty?
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| I find comfort in believing
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| Over time I’ll come to see someday how love could be that way
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| Love is a beautiful thing
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| Winter’s rage has softened into spring
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| Love is a beautiful thing
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| And on your hand I see that there’s a ring
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| And I would understand if I had put that ring upon your hand
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| But it was not me, it seems
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| How could that be a thing of beauty?
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| Oh no
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| How could that be a thing of beauty? |