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If you find your sweetheart |
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In the arms of a friend |
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That's when your heartaches begin. |
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And when dreams of a lifetime |
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All come to an end |
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That's when your heartaches begin. |
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For love is a thing |
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You never can share |
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And when you bring a friend |
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Into your love affair |
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That's the end of your sweetheart |
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That's the end of your friend |
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That's when your heartaches begin. |
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If you find your sweetheart |
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Lying |
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Not too far away |
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From the arm |
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Of your very best friend |
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Brother |
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That's... that's when your heartaches really begin |
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And when every one of those tiny little dreams that you've nourished |
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Like a potted plant and kept treasured away somewhere in the hothouse of |
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Your psyche one by one are taken out and dismantled by some clodhoppered |
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Fiend you thought was the one you could trust and borrow things off and |
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Lend things to in turn without you just lending things to and then not |
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Getting anything back |
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Well, that's really when you know things are sorta gon' mess you up isn't it? |
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Don't answer me back, anyway.Sock it boys... |
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Because love is a thing |
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And it's a thing you can't share |
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You can't pass it around |
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Two into one doesn't go unless you're happy with meagre fractions and I for one am not |
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So if you've been some crawly little two-bit reptile |
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Sneaking up into the crevices of the one you love |
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Hair, follicles, bones, sinew, tissue, nostrils, the whole bloody lot |
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That |
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Is |
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The |
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End |
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Of your sweetheart |
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That's the end of your friend |
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That's when your heartaches begin. |
