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If Love is strange... a lover's even stranger
He'll tell her she outshines his wildest dreams
But given time he'll try to rearrange her
To fit within the fabric of his schemes
Oh... what became of "stay the way you are, love"?
Why change the very things you loved me for?
What became of "stay the way you are"?
The way I was before you called me yours
If Love is blind... a lover's even blinder
Her charm he'll say has brought him to his knees
From that day on he'll search but never find her
The woman she's become will fail to please
Uh... what became of "stay the way you are, love"?
Why change the very things you loved me for?
What became of "stay the way you are"?
The way I was before you called me yours
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