Better Word For Love
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Here’s another morning |
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Soon she’ll be waking up |
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I watched her and wonder |
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If there’s a better word for love |
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So many times I’ve told her |
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It never seems enough |
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So I keep searching |
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For a better word for love |
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Moaning, stumbling, wondering |
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When I find a way |
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‘Cos I know she knows |
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There’s nothing more to say |
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Tonight when I’m out walking |
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I’ll asked the stars above |
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If out there somewhere |
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There’s a better word for love |
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Moaning, stumbling, wondering |
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When I find a way |
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‘Cos I know she knows |
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There’s nothing more to say |
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So here’s another morning |
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Soon she’ll be waking up |
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I guess I’ll just hold her tight |
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‘Til there’s a better word for love |
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I guess I’ll just hold her tight |
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‘Til there’s a better word for love |