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Well, I sometimes sit and wondered
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Often felt misplaced
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Tried to figure out
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Silly human race
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How did we ever get by
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How did we ever get by
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Although we seem to get on through it
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Though we seem there's nothin' to it
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All these pack of lies
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Well, we are a funny race
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And though we never will admit
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We're messin' up this world
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Never clean up our mess
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Ain't that a pity
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What are we really made of
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'Cause mother earth is gettin' mad
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But she's really gettin' sad
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'Cause we're on borrowed love
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Borrowed love
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Ain't even like the real thing
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Borrowed love
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Ain't even like the real thing
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'Cause love is bright as the sun
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And it flies like a dove
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It's not like borrowed love
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I used to know this guy
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His head was always in a whirl
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Never could commit
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To just one nice girl
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He had to have plenty
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And it caught up to him
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Because these girls they pulled the rug
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'Cause they could see he was a dud
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He was on borrowed love
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Just like this
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I don't have all the answers
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For these problems we face
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I never give up on
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Silly human race
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Because I love you
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Honey, for all its worth
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So always stick to the line
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Stay on borrowed time
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And love your mother earth
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Borrowed love
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Ain't even like the real thing
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Borrowed love
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Ain't even like the real thing
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'Cause love is bright as the sun
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And it flies like a dove
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It's not like borrowed love
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Borrowed love
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Borrowed Love
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Chris Duarte / John Jordan |