There is love
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There is lust
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There is love fuelled lust
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Little thing called trust
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Which I must not break, for you
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Forsaking all others but you
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There are storms
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I must brave
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There are things I must do
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Things I must not do to break, for you
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Forsake all others for you
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And I'll see you when you're older
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When we're older
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And I'll see you when you're older
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When we're older
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Strong arms they held you to it
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That's what they are singing in the shadows
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There's all this nonsense in the dark
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We may bend
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No doubt stretch
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Pull at the seams
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Of these four legged jeans
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For what is at stake
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I will not break, for you
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Forsake all others for you
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And I'll see you when you're older
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When we're older
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And I'll see you when you're older
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When we're older
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And in faith I left you to it
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That's what they sing in the shadows
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There's all this nonsense in the dark
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Left you in strong arms
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Two strong arms that held you through it
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And I blew it
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And I blew it
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Now now now now now
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There's something in it
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Now now now now now
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We've grown up with it
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Now now now now now
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We know, if that's enough
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William Powers
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| The Maccabees |
