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(yeah, yeah) {intimate
fingerpicked acoustic guitar, subtle warm organ swell}
Two paper cups, a wooden floor We don't need much,
we want no more
Just a hand to hold when the wind gets cold And a
simple song
that never grows old
'Cause we are
livin' on love
Just livin' on love
No gold in our hands,
just the sky above
Yeah, we're livin' on love
Rain on the roof,
a shared old coat
Writing our names on a folded note
Let the world go fast,
let the money chase
We've found our peace in this quiet space
'Cause we are
livin' on love
Just livin' on love
No gold in our hands,
just the sky above
Yeah, we're livin' on love (ooh,
yes we are)
We don't need a map
We don't need a plan
Just holding on tight In the palm of your hand
Livin' on love... (mmmmm) {acoustic guitar fades
to silence, single warm organ chord}