This love, this love is a strange love.
A faded kind of mellow.
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.
Now rehearsed we stay, love
Doesn't know it is love, this love
This love.
It hasn't have to feel love.
It doesn't need to be love.
It doesn't mean a thing, this love.
Eloquence is.
Liz Frazer, Craig Armstrong.
This is why.
This is when.
This is because.
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