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Ain't It Funny | |
(by Terry Hollahan) | |
I remember years ago The first time love knocked on my door Just a kid with open arms Ain’t it funny how love comes along Learned the hard way every time Back seats, drive-ins, telephone lines Tried it all a time or two Ain’t it funny what loves makes us do We play with love and soon we learn that hearts are easily broken Pick up all the pieces and then we play with love some more Soon we tire of runnin’ ‘round Decide it’s time to settle down Say the words for wrong or right Ain’t it funny how love makes us fight We work at love and still we find that hearts are easily broken We pick up all the pieces put them back where they belong As the years go rolling by We scream and shout and laugh and cry But every day brings something new Ain’t it funny how love gets us through We scream and shout and laugh and cry I think its love that gets us by |
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