| What kind of love is this
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| Concealed behind your kiss
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| What kind of love would try
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| Behind a silent cry
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| To come stealing in, with an innocent grin
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| To leave you staring
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| At the empty ceiling, feeling nothing
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| Lookin' on
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| I’m just lookin' on
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| My cynic friends maintain
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| A low profile with a high disdain
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| I think I’ll try once more to make friends
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| With the wolves that live at my door
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| And come stealing in, with their innocent grin
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| And leave me staring
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| At the empty ceiling
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| Feeling absolutely nothing
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| Lookin' on
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| Leave you
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| Lookin' on, lookin' on
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| Leave you
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| Lookin' on
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| What kind of mood will change
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| Or ease this subtle flame
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| What warm and blissful rain
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| Might doubt your trust again
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| For that beautiful thing
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| That once made my poor heart sing
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| Beautiful thing
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| It’s never going to leave me
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| Believe me now
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| Just lookin', just lookin'
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| Just lookin', just lookin', just lookin' on
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| Lookin' on, lookin' on, lookin' on
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| Lookin' on, lookin' on, lookin' on
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| What kind of mind will find
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| Such a strange and empty time
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| Draw the finest line
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| Between loving and being too cruel to be kind
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| To let love come stealing in
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| With an innocent grin
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| Leave you staring at the empty ceiling
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| Feeling nothing
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| Just lookin' on, lookin' on, lookin' on
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| Just lookin'; |
| lookin', lookin'!
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| What kind of love is this
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| Concealed behind your kiss
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| What kind of love would try
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| Behind the silent cry
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| To come stealing in, with an innocent grin
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| To leave you staring
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| At the empty ceiling, feeling nothing
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| Just look: just lookin' on
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| I’m just lookin'
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| Just lookin' on
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| Lookin' on |