| «What is love?», you ask
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| My head spins, recallin' every song
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| Story, words, and glorious things I ever heard
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| Every cliché rings in my ears
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| Like a bell announcin' the birth of a new day
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| Or the death of yesterday
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| Depends on how you hear it
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| I haven’t a clue
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| So I ask love: «What are you?»
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| Love replies:
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| «Can't you feel me? |
| I’m here
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| I’m the one holdin' your hand remindin' you not to forget me
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| I’m the warm feelin' in your belly when you don’t know why
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| I’m the ache to the core when one someone sways to the other side of a vibe
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| I’m the tingle of your skin when it’s touched by the tip of a thrill you can
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| rely on
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| The knowing, when your eyes meet eyes that recognize yours
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| And hold you, loose enough to move freely
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| But tight enough to never let you fall
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| I’m the breath you take in and let all the way out to the end
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| When you’re held
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| And your shoulders drop into arms
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| You flop that feel like a blanket of truth
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| And wrap you and sooth you
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| To the moon you thought was in the sky
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| I’m the backbone that holds it all together
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| The vertebrae stacked on top of each other
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| When it’s all gone pear shaped and wrong
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| I’m the bitin' on your lip keepin' it zipped
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| Swallowin' words that could wound and rip apart
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| I’m choosin' kindness over bein' right
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| I’m the fight in you when you don’t know how
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| The light in you when it’s gone right out
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| I’m life when I’m near, hope without fear
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| I’m nothin' fancy in a world drippin' in gold
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| But a beautiful jewel never bought, never sold
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| And when you open your heart and let me in alone
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| You’ll know who I am, because I feel like home» |