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She kisses him on Bermondsey Street |
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And rises high on the balls of her feet |
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Declares this the greatest love |
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Of the century |
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He fumbles for a wedding ring |
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She's no, no clone from Vogue magazine |
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She is complex in all her complexions |
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Love is here to heal |
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And I'm so proud of you but now you must too |
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Take pride with what this love you do |
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He kisses him on Bermondsey Street |
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And standing brave on the balls of his feet |
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Declares this the greatest love |
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Of the century |
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He fumbles for a wedding ring |
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He's no, no clone from Colt magazines |
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He is complex in all his complexions |
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Love is here to heal |
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And I'm so proud of you, now you must too |
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Take pride with what this love you do |
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Now you know, love knows no boundaries |
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Sees beyond sexuality |
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And holds the sun in the palm of its hand |
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And laughs down on the cynical man |
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Hear what I say, hear what I see |
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When two kisses sweet on Bermondsey Street |
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Regardless of religion, braver than any faith |
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No fear of society evolves you and me |
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Love, whoa |
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And two kisses sweet on Bermondsey Street now |
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Two kisses sweet |
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Two kisses sweet on Bermondsey Street now |
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And two kisses sweet on Bermondsey Street now |
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Two kisses sweet on Bermondsey Street |
