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Something's turning my head
around |
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And it's making me sing |
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Something's in the air |
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Love is the thing |
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Love is the thing |
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It writes the songs that
make me sing |
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Nothing can bring |
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Each and every day a taste
of Springtime fever to the air |
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But love |
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It's everywhere |
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Something's turning my head
around |
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And it's making me sing |
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Something's in the air |
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Love is the thing |
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Love is the thing |
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I can't deny it's made me cry |
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Pulling my strings |
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It can make me glide on
paper wings so high up in the air |
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For love |
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Is everywhere |
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Something's turning my head
around |
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And it's making me sing |
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Something's in the air |
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Love is the thing |
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