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Lirieke: Bruce Robison. Don't Call It Love.


Yes, I do come here often but I don't call it alone
I've got a house up on Third but I wouldn't call it a home
These days I have secrets and I don't call them dreams
Yes, I work every morning but I don't call that a life
Yes, I once was married but I won't call me a wife
No, I don't mind smalltalk if it says what it means

So don't call it love, it ain't the same
I ain't no kid, this ain't no game
I'd say the words if the words were enough
You can hold me tonight but don't call it love

Yes, I've had some heartaches and I've had good times
Though I wouldn't call it hard-luck, the choices were mine
Thank God there's some music, did I interupt your scene
Do I believe in heaven

Yeah, but I don't mean the star
I think it's all around us, maybe not in this bar
I'm out on the ocean and the truth is my last line

But, don't call it love, it ain't the same
I ain't no kid, this ain't no game
I'd say the words if the words were enough
You can hold me tonight but don't call it love

No, I'd say the words if the words were enough
You can hold me tonight but don't call it love
No, don't call it love, no, don't call it love



Bruce Robison