You found a way to break away
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from the one you say that you love
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now you cry out your eyes day and night
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you set free the one that you love
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and it's true, I don't remember you
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but I believe you if you say that we met
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I get confused
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nights, i've been wondering
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I thought I was already dead
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but man, I loved
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yeah, I loved
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when I loved
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it was love
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it was love
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or at least, the closest I got
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and the coffee, the cream
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the blood in my dreams
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are the ones you used to know
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and the gas, the plane, the interstate
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live the ones you don't have to know
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and I regret this sad and awful truth
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but my mouth, it'll get away from me
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you, I just put up with you, kid
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I stayed cause you wouldn't leave
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remember love
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oh, love
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when we loved
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it was love
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it was love
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or at least, as close as I've come
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and maybe Joan was running all alone
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and there is a shortcut
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by putting a gun to your brain
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man, to take all that you got
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and the truth was I was just scared for you
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but for me, that's the way that it comes
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you'd gotten used to me and my awful tongue
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but god, didn't we have some fun?
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when we made love in the van
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and I drove with your hand on my lap
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and when San Diego got too unkind
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we just picked up and left it behind
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and we had some love and some hope
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a full tank of gas and a wide open road
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it was love
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to us, it was all that we had
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and there's just a day when you just break
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the best thing you had
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and I still call it love
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for now, it's the closest I've come
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It Was Love
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| The Elected |
