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LYRICS

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Love was easy when you were young, love was easy when you were young
love was easy when you were young.
The joyful innocence of youthful pleasure, kiss-chasing playing in the old school yard.
First French kissing in the back-row movies, classroom shyness, as your eyes meet.
Love was easy when you were young, love was easy when you were young
love was easy when you were young.
Now you can try your best for the people you love, you can make them smile more than once in a while, you can keep them in the world they’re accustomed too. With gold plated phones, cars, dogs in dresses and you.
 
But do they do the best for you whether rain or shine? Do they make you smile more than once in a while?
Do they keep you in the world you’re accustomed to? With sweet, sweet nothings and loving kisses for you.
You can try, try and keep on smiling, you can try, try and keep on asking
You can try, try, try  and keep on smiling, but it’s you, who must decide.
Love was easy when you were young, love was easy when you were young
love was easy when you were young.
Are your rights always wrong, and your lefts always right.? Do you come home smiling, then walk into a fight?
Do they bite at your words and criticize your actions, sneer at your clothes and never show satisfaction with you?
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love was easy when you were young. kiss-chasing playing in the old school yard.
Postman’s knocking at my door. Jane loves Peter forever and ever.
Jane loves Peter forever and ever. And ever,  and ever

 

LOVE WAS EASY

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Staring at the rainbows, looking for that gold, but the rapeseed fields are glowing, maybe this is the tale, that old wives behold
The rainclouds are moving westwards, the birds come out to play, a panoply of music, surround sound, played the old fashioned way.
Then early evening approaches, starlings blacken the sky, like the black cape movements of a Spanish bullfighter, swirling, twisting, moving, to and bye
So why chase supercars or wannabe superstars when the mother of beauty’s high is free?
Why buy racks of shoes or this years blacks are blues, when mothers beauty you can see?
Holding your lover closely, moving with their time, soul to soul magnetic attraction, electricity, from skin to skin, slow rhyme.
Or watch a new born baby, open, screwed up eyes, or grab your little finger, for the first time, in a lifetime, lifeline.
So why chase supercars or wannabe superstars when the mother of beauty’s high is free?
Why buy racks of shoes or this years blacks are blues, when mother’s beauty you can see?
When mother’s beauty you can, see.

MOTHER'S BEAUTY

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