I can taste your lipstick in the wine
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I can feel your heartbeat close to mine
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With your love wrapped around me
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I'm silent and still
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I know that this love is real
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I have tasted other lips I thought were true
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I have looked into the eyes I thought were you
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Now touching just to touch
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And feeling just to feel
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I know that this love is real
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Someone should tell our dreams when love is gone
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While still in slumber memories linger one
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Sometimes I lie awake in bed till dawn
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Thinking of you
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Now you're gone
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Tender is the heart that sleeps in rest
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Tender is the hope of tenderness
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Love thy neighbor as thyself
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And thou shall not steal
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I know that this love is real
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Love thy neighbor as thyself
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And thou shall not steal
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I know that this love is real.
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This Love Is Real
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| John Prine |
