The Analysis of Song
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Background Information
The
title of song that will be analysed is “Thinking Out Loud”. The real singer of
this song is Ed Sheeran as a British singer. Furthermore, this song is as
popular song and then it has already covered by other singers for several times.
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The Lyric of Song
"Thinking
Out Loud"
When your
legs don't work like they used to before
And I can't sweep you off of your feet
Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love?
Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks?
And, darling, I will be loving you 'til we're 70
And, baby, my heart could still fall as hard at 23
And I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe just the touch of a hand
Well, me—I fall in love with you every single day
And I just wanna tell you I am
So, honey, now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Place your head on my beating heart
I'm thinking out loud
Maybe we found love right where we are
When my hair's all but gone and my memory fades
And the crowds don't remember my name
When my hands don't play the strings the same way (mmm...)
I know you will still love me the same
'Cause, honey, your soul could never grow old, it's evergreen
And, baby, your smile's forever in my mind and memory
I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe it's all part of a plan
Well, I'll just keep on making the same mistakes
Hoping that you'll understand
That, baby, now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Place your head on my beating heart
Thinking out loud
Maybe we found love right where we are (oh, oh)
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, lo-ud
So, baby, now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Oh, darling, place your head on my beating heart
I'm thinking out loud
But maybe we found love right where we are
Oh, baby, we found love right where we are
And we found love right where we are
And I can't sweep you off of your feet
Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love?
Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks?
And, darling, I will be loving you 'til we're 70
And, baby, my heart could still fall as hard at 23
And I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe just the touch of a hand
Well, me—I fall in love with you every single day
And I just wanna tell you I am
So, honey, now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Place your head on my beating heart
I'm thinking out loud
Maybe we found love right where we are
When my hair's all but gone and my memory fades
And the crowds don't remember my name
When my hands don't play the strings the same way (mmm...)
I know you will still love me the same
'Cause, honey, your soul could never grow old, it's evergreen
And, baby, your smile's forever in my mind and memory
I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe it's all part of a plan
Well, I'll just keep on making the same mistakes
Hoping that you'll understand
That, baby, now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Place your head on my beating heart
Thinking out loud
Maybe we found love right where we are (oh, oh)
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, lo-ud
So, baby, now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Oh, darling, place your head on my beating heart
I'm thinking out loud
But maybe we found love right where we are
Oh, baby, we found love right where we are
And we found love right where we are
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When
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your
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Legs
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don’t
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work
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like
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they
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used
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to
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before
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wɛn
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jɔː
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lɛgz
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dəʊnt
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wɜːk
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laɪk
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ðeɪ
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tuː
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bɪˈfɔː
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And
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I
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can’t
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sweep
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you
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off
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of
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your
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Feet
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ænd
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aɪ
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kɑːnt
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swiːp
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juː
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ɒf
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ɒv
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jɔː
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fiːt
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Will
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your
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Mouth
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still
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remember
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the
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teste
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of
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my
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love?
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wɪl
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jɔː
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stɪl
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rɪˈmɛmbə
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ðə
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teɪst
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ɒv
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maɪ
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lʌv?
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Will
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your
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Eyes
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still
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smile
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from
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your
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cheeks?
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wɪl
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jɔːr
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aɪz
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stɪl
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smaɪl
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frɒm
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jɔː
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ʧiːks?
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And,
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darling,
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I
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will
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be
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loving
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you
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‘til
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we’re
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70
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ænd,
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ˈdɑːlɪŋ,
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aɪ
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wɪl
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biː
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ˈlʌvɪŋ
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juː
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tɪl
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wɪə
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70
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And,
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baby,
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my
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heart
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could
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still
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fall
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as
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hard
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at
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23
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ænd,
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beɪbi,
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maɪ
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hɑːt
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kʊd
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stɪl
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fɔːl
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æz
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hɑːd
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æt
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23
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/
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And
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I’m
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thinking
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‘bout
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how
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people
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fall
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in
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love
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in
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mysterious
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ways
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ænd
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aɪm
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ˈθɪŋkɪŋ
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baʊt
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haʊ
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ˈpiːpl
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fɔːl
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ɪn
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lʌv
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ɪn
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mɪsˈtɪərɪəs
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weɪz
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/
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Maybe
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just
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the
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touch
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of
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a
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hand
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ˈmeɪbiː
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ʤʌst
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ðə
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tʌʧ
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ɒv
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ə
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hænd
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/
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/
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Well,
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Me
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I
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fall
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in
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love
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with
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you
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every
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single
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day
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wɛl,
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miː
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-aɪ
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fɔːl
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ɪn
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lʌv
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wɪð
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juː
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ˈɛvri
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ˈsɪŋgl
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deɪ
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/
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And
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I
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just
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wanna
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tell
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you
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I
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am
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ænd
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aɪ
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ʤʌst
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ˈwɒnə
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tɛl
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juː
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aɪ æm
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æm
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So,
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honey,
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now
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səʊ,
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ˈhʌni,
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naʊ
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/
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/
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Take
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Me
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into
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your
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loving
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arms
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teɪk
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miː
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ˈɪntuː
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jɔː
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ˈlʌvɪŋ
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ɑːmz
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/
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/
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Kiss
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Me
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under
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the
|
light
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of
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a
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thousand
|
stars
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kɪs
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miː
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ˈʌndə
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ðə
|
laɪt
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ɒv
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ə
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ˈθaʊzənd
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stɑːz
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/
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Place
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your
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head
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on
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my
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beating
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heart
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pleɪs
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jɔː
|
hɛd
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ɒn
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maɪ
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ˈbiːtɪŋ
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hɑːt
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/
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I’m
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thinking
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out
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loud
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aɪm
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ˈθɪŋkɪŋ
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aʊt
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laʊd
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Maybe
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We
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found
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love
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right
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where
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we
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are
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ˈmeɪbiː
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wiː
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faʊnd
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lʌv
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raɪt
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weə
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wiː
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ɑː
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/
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When
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My
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Hair’s
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all
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but
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gone
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and
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my
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memory
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fades
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wɛn
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maɪ
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heəz
|
ɔːl
|
bʌt
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gɒn
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ænd
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maɪ
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ˈmɛməri
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feɪdz
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And
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The
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crowds
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don’t
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remember
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my
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name
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ænd
|
ðə
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kraʊdz
|
dəʊnt
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rɪˈmɛmbə
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maɪ
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neɪm
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When
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My
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hands
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don’t
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play
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the
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strings
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the
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same
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way
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wɛn
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maɪ
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hændz
|
dəʊnt
|
pleɪ
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ðə
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strɪŋz
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ðə
|
seɪm
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weɪ
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I
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know
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You
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will
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still
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love
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me
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the
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same
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aɪ
|
nəʊ
|
juː
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wɪl
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stɪl
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lʌv
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miː
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ðə
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seɪm
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/
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/
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Cause,
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honey,
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your
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soul
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could
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never
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grow
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old,
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it’s
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evergreen
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kɒz,
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ˈhʌni,
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jɔː
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səʊl
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kʊd
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ˈnɛvə
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grəʊ
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əʊld,
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ɪts
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ˈɛvəgriːn
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/
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/
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/
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And,
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baby,
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your
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smile’s
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forever
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in
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my
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mind
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and
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memory
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ænd,
|
ˈbeɪbi,
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jɔː
|
smaɪlz
|
fəˈrɛvər
|
ɪn
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maɪ
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maɪnd
|
ænd
|
ˈmɛməri
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/
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/
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/
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I’m
|
thinking
|
‘bout
|
how
|
people
|
fall
|
in
|
love
|
in
|
mysterious
|
ways
|
aɪm
|
ˈθɪŋkɪŋ
|
baʊt
|
haʊ
|
ˈpiːpl
|
fɔːl
|
ɪn
|
lʌv
|
ɪn
|
mɪsˈtɪərɪəs
|
weɪz
|
/
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Maybe
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it’s
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all
|
part
|
of
|
a
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Plan
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ˈmeɪbiː
|
ɪts
|
ɔːl
|
pɑːt
|
ɒv
|
ə
|
plæn
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/
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/
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Well,
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I’ll
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just
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keep
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on
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making
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the
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same
|
Mistakes
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wɛl,
|
aɪl
|
ʤʌst
|
kiːp
|
ɒn
|
ˈmeɪkɪŋ
|
ðə
|
seɪm
|
mɪsˈteɪks
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/
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/
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Hoping
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that
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you’ll
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understand
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ˈhəʊpɪŋ
|
ðæt
|
juːl
|
ˌʌndəˈstænd
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/
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That,
|
baby,
|
now
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|
|
|
|
|
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ðæt,
|
ˈbeɪbi,
|
naʊ
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
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/
|
|
/
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|
|
|
|
Take
|
me
|
into
|
your
|
loving
|
arms
|
|
|
|
teɪk
|
miː
|
ˈɪntuː
|
jɔː
|
ˈlʌvɪŋ
|
ɑːmz
|
|
|
|
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/
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/
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Kiss
|
me
|
under
|
the
|
light
|
of
|
a
|
thousand
|
Stars
|
kɪs
|
miː
|
ˈʌndə
|
ðə
|
laɪt
|
ɒv
|
ə
|
ˈθaʊzənd
|
stɑːz
|
|
|
|
|
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/
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|
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Place
|
your
|
head
|
on
|
my
|
beating
|
heart
|
|
|
pleɪs
|
jɔː
|
hɛd
|
ɒn
|
maɪ
|
ˈbiːtɪŋ
|
hɑːt
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/
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Thinking
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out
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loud
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ˈθɪŋkɪŋ
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aʊt
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laʊd
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/
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Maybe
|
we
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found
|
love
|
right
|
where
|
we
|
are
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ˈmeɪbiː
|
wiː
|
faʊnd
|
lʌv
|
raɪt
|
weə
|
wiː
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ɑː
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/
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So,
|
baby,
|
now
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|
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səʊ,
|
ˈbeɪbi,
|
naʊ
|
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|
|
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/
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/
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|
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Take
|
Me
|
into
|
your
|
loving
|
Arms
|
|
|
|
teɪk
|
miː
|
ˈɪntuː
|
jɔː
|
ˈlʌvɪŋ
|
ɑːmz
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/
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/
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Kiss
|
Me
|
under
|
the
|
light
|
of
|
a
|
thousand
|
Stars
|
kɪs
|
miː
|
ˈʌndə
|
ðə
|
laɪt
|
ɒv
|
ə
|
ˈθaʊzənd
|
stɑːz
|
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/
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/
|
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Oh,
|
darling,
|
place
|
your
|
head
|
on
|
my
|
beating
|
Heart
|
əʊ,
|
ˈdɑːlɪŋ,
|
pleɪs
|
jɔː
|
hɛd
|
ɒn
|
maɪ
|
ˈbiːtɪŋ
|
hɑːt
|
|
/
|
|
|
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|
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I’m
|
Thinking
|
out
|
loud
|
|
|
|
|
|
aɪm
|
ˈθɪŋkɪŋ
|
aʊt
|
laʊd
|
|
|
|
|
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/
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But
|
Nothing
|
we
|
found
|
love
|
right
|
where
|
we
|
Are
|
bʌt
|
ˈmeɪbiː
|
wiː
|
faʊnd
|
lʌv
|
raɪt
|
weə
|
wiː
|
ɑː
|
|
/
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
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Oh,
|
Baby,
|
we
|
found
|
love
|
right
|
where
|
we
|
Are
|
əʊ,
|
ˈbeɪbi,
|
wiː
|
faʊnd
|
lʌv
|
raɪt
|
weə
|
wiː
|
ɑː
|
|
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|
|
|
|
|
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And
|
We
|
found
|
love
|
right
|
where
|
we
|
are
|
|
ænd
|
wiː
|
faʊnd
|
lʌv
|
raɪt
|
weə
|
wiː
|
ɑː
|
|
§
Alliteration
We can
fine several alliteration in line of this song, those are:
1. When and work
2. You and your
3. Of and off
4. Still and smile
5. Heart and hard
6. We and where
7. Part and plan
8. Making and mistake
9. Mind and memory
10. My and memory
These words have similar initial consonant in
the beginning of words. Therefore, we classify these words as alliteration.
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Assonance
There are several
assonance that we get from this song, those are:
1. Mouth and may
2. Will and eyes
3. And and at
4. But and love
5. Light and thousand
6. Same and way
Those words have similar vowel sound in the middle
of these words. Therefore, we classify these word as assonance.
§
Consonance
There are several consonance in this song, those
are:
1. Can’t and feet
2. Will and still
3. Darling and loving
4. Your and remember
Those
words have similar consonant sound in the ending of words. Therefore, we
classified as consonance.
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Rhyme
This song has romantic rhyme. It happens because the
nada is supporting this song to be romantic. Then, the people will interpret
this song easily by just knowing the lyric. The lyric itself is drawn as very
romantic situation between the relationships of couple. Therefore, the rhyme of
this song is classified as romantic because of these reasons.
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Tone
This song has romantic tone. It happens because when
the listeners listen the song, they will know that the lyric of this song is so
romantic. It is supported by the nada that the singer used to sing this song.
It is quite comfort without any problem and anything else. This song is easy to
be got by the listeners and everyone will understand that it is romantic song.
Therefore, we can know that the tone of this song is romantic.
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The Analysis of Cover Song
As we explain before that this song has covered by
several musicians by their own style in singing. Then, it can influence the sense
that can be got from the listener for example from happy into unhappy. Besides,
in the fact, these several singers and musicians have already changed stress of
this song. Some of them sang this song to be kind of rock music. Furthermore,
it can really change the stress. In addition, because of the covering process,
the listeners will get different tone of this song because the nada will be
different than the real song. For example, the genre of song is romantic but if
the singer sings in little bit fast, it will change the tone of this song.
Therefore, by covering the song, the musicians can change several aspects of
the origin song.
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