"Sing A Song To Love" lyrics

"Sing A Song To Love"

Come on, let's raise a toast to love
To love, come on and raise 'em up

I'll tell you what I been thinking
Even when I'm scared to tell
'Cause if you tiptoe for too long, my friend
You end up living in hell

I will sing my song
I'm gonna sing my song right now, and I want you all to sing along, come on
If you will sing along
Well, I'm gonna sing my song right now, and I want you all to sing along, come on

Come on
Come on

Wrapped up in our devices
But the Apple's gonna bite you back
It knows all of your vices, Lord
Your mother'd have a heart attack

I will sing my song
I'm gonna sing my song right now, and I want you all to sing along, come on
If you will sing along
Well, I'm gonna sing my song right now, and I want you all to sing along, come on

Come on
Come on

Sing it

Come on, let's raise a toast to love
To love, come on and raise 'em up


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