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Your love is like a chunk of gold
Hard to get and hard to hold
Like a rose that's soft to touch
Love has thorns, they hurt so much
Oh why, why
Must the same love made me laugh make me cry ?
Well, you think of love as sitting on a mountain
You think of it being a great big rock
Won't you think before you start rolling down
Because once you start, you can't make a stop
I've given all that I've got to give
And if you don't want me, I don't want to live
So why, why
Must the same love made me laugh make me cry ?
Must the same love made me laugh make me cry ?
Must the same love made me laugh make me cry ?
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