Some say [A]love it is a [E]river
That [D]drowns the [E]tender [A]reed
Some say [E]love it is a razor
That [D]leaves your [E]soul to [A]bleed
Some say [F#m]love it is a [D]hunger
An [Bm]endless aching [E]need
I say [A]love it is a [E]flower
And [D]you it's [E]only [A]seed
It's the heart afraid of [E]breaking
That [D]never[E] learns to [A]dance
It's the dream afraid of [E]waking
That [D]never [E]takes the [A]chance
It's the [C#m]one who won't be [F#m]taken
Who [Bm]cannot seem to [E]give
And the [A]soul afraid of [E]dying
That [D]never [E]learns to [A]live
When the [A]night has been too [E]lonely
And the [D]road has [E]been too [A]long
And you [A]think that love is [E]only
For the [D]lucky [E]and the [A]strong
Just [F#m]remember in the [D]winter
Far[Bm] beneath the bitter [E]snows
Lies the [A]seed that with the [E]sun's love
In the [D]spring b[E]ecomes the [A]rose
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