What if lies didn’t count

It didn’t matter about the hurt

Would there still be that feeling

That thing they call love

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Would spite and deceit

Walk hand in hand

Would we really understand

That thing called love

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Would there ever be a thing called trust

Or would it all be about lust

All about taking and not giving

That thing called love

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Conscience didn’t matter

No need for regret

For we would soon forget

That thing called love

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But it’s that thing

That makes us what we are

For you can’t get very far