This love This love is a strange love A faded kind of day love This love This love I think I'm gonna fall again And even when you held my hand It didn't mean a thing This love This love Never has to say love Doesn't know it is love This love This love Doesn't have to say love Doesn't need to be love Doesn't mean a thing This love This love, oh-oh-oh ... This strange love (strange love) This love
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