| I dont wanna trip
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| fallin in love again cause
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| that’s the way it’s always been
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| wanna get a ride
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| it’s the time of my life
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| pickin up the peaces that I know I left behind
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| I can feel it, comming back again
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| got to give it one more try, givin up is not my style, no The more I learn the less I know
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| about this thing called love
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| The more I touch the less I feel
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| It’s hard to know what’s real
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| I’m looking up and every time I’m blinded by the sun
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| Can you teach me how to love
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| I dont wanna drift
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| from the touch you lived
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| Feelings that I can’t deny
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| when I look into your eyes
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| What I’m gotta do when I’m talking to you
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| once it’s getting kind of hard
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| cause it’s comming from my heart
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| I can feel it, comming back again
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| got to give it one more try, givin up is not my style, no The more I learn the less I know
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| about this thing called love
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| The more I touch the less I feel
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| It’s hard to know what’s real
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| I’m looking up and every time I’m blinded by the sun
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| Can you teach me how to love
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| I’am not giving up I Get lost sometimes
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| got to give it one more try, givin up is not my style, no I can feel it, I can feel it, comming back again
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| I can feel it, I can feel it, comming back again
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| I’m looking up and every time I’m blinded by the sun
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| Can you teach me how to love
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| The more I learn the less I know
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| about this thing called love
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| The more I touch the less I feel
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| It’s hard to know what’s real
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| I’m looking up and every time I’m blinded by the sun
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| Can you teach me how to love
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| I can feel it, I can feel it, comming back again
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| I can feel it, I can feel it, comming back again
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| I’m looking up and every time I’m blinded by the sun
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| Can you teach me how to love
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| How to love
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| How to love
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| (can you hear me) Ohh how to love
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| Hmm how to love |