I still can remember just how it began
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A friend introduced us and I took her hand
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Then something through us and she felt it too
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Someone said something but no words came through
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And the love of my life is dark but she¡¯s bright
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She grows with the night like a candle¡¯s flame
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And the love of my life is cool but she¡¯s warm
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An imperfect storm or a summer rain
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The odds were against us, our two separate hearts
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We burned in the evenings and then we would part
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Her voice would come to me and soon I would know
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He was the one that I couldn¡¯t let go
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Couldn¡¯t let go, oh no
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And the love of my life is dark but she¡¯s bright
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She grows with the night like a candle¡¯s flame
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And the love of my life is cool but she¡¯s warm
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An imperfect storm or a summer rain
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And the love of my life is dark but she¡¯s bright
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She grows with the night like a candle¡¯s flame
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And the love of my life is cool but she¡¯s warm
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An imperfect storm or a summer rain
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The Love Of My Life
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| Greg Adams |
