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(difford/tilbrook) |
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Malicious gossip will never profit |
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When hearsay is its foundation |
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There are subscribers whose appetizers |
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Are pieces of conversation |
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Concocted rumours by out of tuners |
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Are the must in lovers' concerto |
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As long as we know at the piano |
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We're serving meat with our potato |
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Love's crashing waves upon the rocks |
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Is seen by some, by you it's not |
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But you won't drown, love is your town |
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When love is found for all to want |
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Unfounded scandal i cannot handle when it's been so diluted |
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With careful wording love can be burning |
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And the fire unconstituted |
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So my prescription is my addiction |
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When love is social surrounding |
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To show your colours to all those others |
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Who think that your love is drowning |
