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Let's play the guitar |
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Let's tap our feet |
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Let's sing of love |
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To make us all weep |
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Let's fill up our hearts |
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And empty our minds |
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Give ourselves to the music |
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And dance outside Time |
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Let's sway our bodies |
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Like the wind bends the trees |
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Let'ssing this melody |
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To cure our disease |
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Ah, sweet magic |
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Ah, this sweet, cruel magic |
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Let's fly through perfumed dreams |
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On a tapestry of lovers words |
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From the first burning kiss |
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To the loss and the hurt |
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Here, the ladies wear their dresses tight |
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The men, their peacock suits |
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The moon comes out every night |
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In a sky of midnight blue |
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We, who have loved |
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We, who have been loved |
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Ah, this sweet, cruel magic |
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We did it all for Love |
