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I can't mend, |
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A falling star or a broken angel, |
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I don't pretend, |
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That loving you is an easy thing, |
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You might say, |
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That the plans we made were a guide for living, |
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Don't make sense, |
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When being kind is left behind... |
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Chorus :- |
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Spin the record round and round, |
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We're getting lost inside the sound, |
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Keeping me from falling down... |
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We all need some basic, |
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B, A, S, I guess I, C, |
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Love, trust, simple bare necessities, |
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We all need some basic, |
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B, A, S, I guess that's me, |
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Remember the message, girl, |
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Simple as hey 1, 2, 3... |
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Don't look down, |
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Where you fall, I will follow, |
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Don't turn around, |
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Just look before you're taken in, |
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Some might say, |
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Feeling fine's a state of mind... |
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Repeat Chorus |
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Here in New York, |
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Is simply where we gotta be, |
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We can ride on, |
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And just do it basically, |
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It's gotta be! |
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Here we go again, |
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We're getting through the love surrender, |
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This is now the end, |
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Forgetting you is what I do... |
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Repeat Chorus |