I was a child
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who wanted love that was wild
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though tight as slow motion
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but crazed with devotion
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insane with devotion
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a whole other notion
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I was fourteen and a half
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and it wasn't no laugh
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Love comes in spurts
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Love comes in spurts
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Love comes in spurts
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Love comes in spurts (it always hurts)
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I just can't get wise
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to those tragical lies
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though I now know the facts
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they still cut like an axe
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cuz love comes in spurts
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in dangerous flirts
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and it murders your heart
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they didn't tell you that part
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Love comes in spurts
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Love comes in spurts
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Love comes in spurts
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Love comes in spurts
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Love comes in spurts
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Love comes in spurts
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Love comes in spurts
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Love comes in spurts
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I just can't get wise
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to those tragical lies
|
though I now know the facts
|
they still cut like an axe
|
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cuz love comes in spurts
|
in dangerous flirts
|
and it murders your heart
|
they didn't tell you that part
|
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Love comes in spurts
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Love comes in spurts
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Love comes in spurts
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Love comes in spurts
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Love comes in spurts
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Love comes in spurts
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Love comes in spurts
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Love comes in spurts
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Love Comes In Spurts
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Osaka Popstar |