Hey wouldn't it be grand if I could hold your hand, and never let it go?
I can't promise you perfection, but promise to be true, promise to be kind.
They're drying up the rivers now, they're blocking out the sun,
so you and I are dancing for the only thing that holds, for love.
Cause love is a big deal, and this love is ours to keep.
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