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You took my breath away with your lips

I couldn't even ask you what you were going to do

you spun me around with your arms 

under the street lamp

the parking lot was dim

but all I could see is your face

the love

oh how the love

the love we talk about

the love we hear stories of

the love we imagine

that love

that love is here with me. 

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