when you're young and you say you believe it, man you're never gonna ch-ch-ch-change
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you can read about it all in imaginary stories but you never get the glory 'cos in life it ain't the same
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you give a bit, and you give a bit, and it's all you'll ever d-d-d-do
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but you still keep believing in your loveshit
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'cos you're hoping one day it'll happen to you, like
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my baby with the sunset eyes, making moves that can burn my soul
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well it's the last song we'll ever hear before we go
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CHORUS:
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what can I do about this loveshit anyway?
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there's nothing you can do to ease my mind
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what can I do about this loveshit anyway?
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d'you have to waste your life before you find
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it's all loveshit
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sign your name on the dotted line, it's time for you to su-su-su-suffer
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you're gonna wish you'd changed your mind in a-three weeks time
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'cos then you('ll) find that one lover's like another
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say goodbye to it, maybe cry a bit, it's a waste of fucking t-t-t-tears
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but you still keep believing in your loveshit
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'cos if you ain't holding hands people say that you're queer
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teacher, teacher won't you open your eyes, teach me something that I need to know
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'cos it's the last song we'll ever hear before we go
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CHORUS
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oo oo oo-oo
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It's a popular myth that we've grown up with since the age of man's desire
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if it's true romance to be in your pants I don't buy, I don't buy, you know I don't buy
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({lots of chatter including:}
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mmm...
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... mentioned it, now what was your name?
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… everybody does...
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I bet the chorus comes now...
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CHORUS
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Loveshit
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| The Wildhearts |
