| Oohh, oohh
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| The hoolum priest and his downtown Juliet
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| Swore to catch other that they would not forget
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| Whispering vows of love
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| They shared a cigarette
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| One look was all it took
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| They scaled it with a kiss now
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| The hoodlum priest and his Juliet
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| Clung to each other on the outside of the world
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| Lovers will understand and always will
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| Something so precious in the middle of the jungle
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| Love is blind, only those who see know
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| That’s the glory to this feeling called love
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| That’s the glory to this feeling called love
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| That’s the glory of this feeling called love
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| That’s the glory of this feeling called love
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| Summer nights
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| On the city sidewalks wet
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| The street lights glow
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| And where neon signs reflect
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| In the broken glass, garbage cans and autowreck
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| Lovers stroll and on the crowded
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| Stoops they kiss
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| Now love is blind, only those who see know
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| All I know is how I feel, that’s all I know
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| She’s all I see when I’m with her
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| Someone who took my heart
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| That I can trust
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| That’s the glory yeah! |
| (4 x)
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| Love is blind, only those who see know
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| That’s the glory to this feeling called love
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| That’s the glory to this feeling called love
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| That’s the glory to this feeling called love
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| That’s the glory to this feeling called love
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| That’s the glory yeah!
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| That’s the glory yeah!
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| That’s the glory yeah!
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| That’s the glory yeah! |
| etc
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| The Netherlands |