(Brett James, Troy Verges)
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He was sitting on a corner with a bottle of beer
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And the same shopping cart he'd been pushing for years
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A big smile on his face
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Like the first day of spring
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All the people looked the other way, but they heard him sing
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And he sang
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"Love
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Love is a sweet thing"
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He sang "love
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Love is a sweet thing"
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She shot out of Texas
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Like a bullet from a gun
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With a van full of hippies and a band on the run
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She didn't want to be famous
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She just wanted to play
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In old dive bars and pool halls she got up on stage
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And she sang
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"Love
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Love is a sweet thing
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Oh yes it is"
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She sang "love
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Love is a sweet, sweet thing"
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It's everywhere you look
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If you look hard enough
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Its really not hard to see
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Yeah, once you put your arms around it
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You can never get too much
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Love is a sweet, sweet thing
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It's in the smile of a stranger
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In the eyes of a child
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On the corner of a crowded street
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Its everywhere around us
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Its always growing wild
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Love is a sweet, sweet thing
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Love
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Love is a sweet thing
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I sang "love, love, love
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Love is a sweet thing
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Love
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Love is a sweet thing
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Oh yes it is"
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I sang "love, love, love
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Love is a sweet, sweet thing
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Oh, baby
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Love
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Love is a sweet thing"
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I sang "love
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Love is a sweet, sweet thing"
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Love Is A Sweet Thing
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| Faith Hill |
