to moonn6pence from shootingstar(papayeverte)
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Fourth floor,
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lonely Juanita,
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sits there staring at the screen,
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types in
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can anybody tell me what it all means,
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tick-tock waitin' for an answer
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it's no use and all at once to her suprise,
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she gets one reply,
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Chorus
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Until you got love,
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you know you got nothin',
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you're missing that something
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that's gonna set you free,
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until you got love,
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you'll always be running,
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love is that one thing
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that everybody needs,
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Sunday, no one's at the office,
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just waiting at his fathers desk,
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workin' trying to fill the shoes that his dad left
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'dear son' he finds in a letter:
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'please try your best to learn from my mistakes,
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you know work can wait',
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Chorus
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Until you got love,
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you know you got nothin',
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your missin that something
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that's gonna set you free,
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until you got love,
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you'll always be running,
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love is that one thing
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that everybody needs,
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There's nothing cool in this room,
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nothing new in what I'm saying,
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but sometimes the truth is what it is,
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so why should I apologize for looking for
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a better way to live, way to live
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Chorus(x2)
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to moonn6pence from shootingstar(papayeverte)
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Until You Got Love
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| Jon McLaughlin |
