| I heard it on the radio
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| In all the stories I’ve been told
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| In every phrase and every note
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| But I don’t know
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| I see it in the stranger’s eyes
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| As they share each other’s lives
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| With roses and with lullabies
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| But I don’t know
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| But I have never written a love song
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| And no-one knows where they come from
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| Until they come along
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| And sometimes, something saves you, or someone
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| Then you can write them a love song
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| A truly honest one
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| And maybe this is one
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| I got lost and couldn’t find
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| The heart of me that beats inside
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| So I drew these compass lines
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| Now I’m alive
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| I forgot the reasons why
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| Forgot the way two lovers lie
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| And Hold each other through the night
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| Now I’m alive
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| Cause I have never written a love song
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| And no-one knows where they come from
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| Until they come along
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| And sometimes, something saves you, or someone
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| Then you can write them a love song
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| A truly honest one
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| I hear the choirs and I feel the music
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| That’s why I’m singing for you
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| I hear the choirs and I feel the music
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| That’s why I’m singing for you
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| I hear the choirs and I feel the music
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| That’s why I’m singing for you
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| I hear the choirs and I feel the music
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| That’s why I’m singing for you
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| But I have never written a love song
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| And no-one knows where they come from
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| Until they come along
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| And sometimes, something saves you, or someone
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| Then you can write them a love song
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| A truly honest one
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| And maybe this is one |