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Lost my luggage in Kalamazoo |
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Same way I tend to lose my conscience, too |
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Another day in these dirty old blues |
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And I don't seem to mind |
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This is a thing that confounds me |
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You can find me, you surround and remind me |
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I lose my way and I forget about you |
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But you still remember me |
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Isn't it love? |
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This rain that falls on the sinners and the saints |
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Isn't it love? |
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This well that won't run dry |
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When I think about that prodigal son |
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I've got to smile when I see the old man run |
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And I know that you love us the same |
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'Cause the sun came up today |
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Just as if we deserved it |
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Just as if anyone of us fools was worth it |
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Truth is that we'll never be perfect |
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But you love us just the same |
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Isn't it love? |
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This ran that falls on the sinners and the saints |
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Isn't it love? |
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This well that won't run dry |
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Isn't it love? |
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Oh isn't it love? |
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Isn't it love to look down from the sky |
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And see your only son on the cross askin' why |
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And somehow let him die that way |
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And not call the whole thing off |
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All for this man stuck in Kalamazoo |
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Loses his bags and his way sometimes too |
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But that was somethin' that you already knew |
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And still you died for me |
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Isn't it love, isn't it love and isn't it love? |
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This rain that falls on the sinners and the saints |
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Isn't it love? |
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This well that won't run dry |
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Isn't it love? |
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These mercies are made new every mornin' |
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Isn't it love, isn't it love and isn't it love? |
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Isn't it love? |
