I love you
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My love, I wish there was another way
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To say the thing I want to say
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And not to have to say : I love you
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Another way to make a start
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To tell you what is in my heart
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And how my every thoughts is of you
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To find a phrase that says as well
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The secret that I long to tell
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I've scanned the dictionary's pages
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But back to 'I love you' I'll go
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Eight little letters in a row
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That men have spoken through the ages
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I love you
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We say it in the songs we sing
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We're read it in the things of spring
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Or as the PS of a letter
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A little cliche, quickly said
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Familiar as our daily bread
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Yet nothing seems to say it better
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I might have said a hundred things
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My phrases might have taken wings
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Free the world or region hold and clever
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But every time I seem to stall
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Or three small words to say it all
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Three little words that spell : forever
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I'll shout it from the highest roof
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I'll carve it in the trunks of trees
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I'll tell the whispering breeze about you
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I cannot hide it anymore
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I cannot say it any less
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I might as well confess : I love you
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The 'I Love You' Song (Duet W. JJ Jones)
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| Miss Claudia, Pornorama |
