She says, What do you call love
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well I call it Harry
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Oh, please I'm being serious
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what do you call love
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Well I don't call it family and I don't call it lust
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and as we all know marriage isn't a must
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And I suppose in the end, it's a matter of trust
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if I had to, I'd call love time
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She says, What do you call love
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can't you be more specific
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What do you call love
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is it more than the heart's hieroglyphic
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Not for me, time has no meaning, no future, no past
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and when you're in love, you don't have to ask
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There's never enough time to hold love in your grasp
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turning time around
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Turning time around
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that is what love is
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Turning time around
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yes, that is what love is
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My time is your time when you're in love
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and time is what you never have enough of
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You can't see or hold it, it's exactly like love
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Turning time around
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turning time around
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Turning time around
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turning time around
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Turning time around
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well I gotta have it
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I gotta-gotta-gotta have it
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Turning, turning time around
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gotta have it, turning time around
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Turning, turning time around
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turning time around
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Turning Time Around
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| Lou Reed |
