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I got a woman that I knowShe don't bake, she don't sewBut she's got more vision than a gypsy eyeShe's got me hotter than an apple pie on loanAnd I've lost enough to know thatWhen you love something you better never ever let it goAnd I've searched long enough to know thatWhen you find something you love you never want to let it goAnd we march, yeah we march, to the beat of our own drumYeah we march, oh we march, to the beat of our own drumI've got this feeling that I can't showGonna put some heat on this deep rock coalI've sold more things than I've ever ownedTo buy you a diamond ring of pawnshop gold on holdAnd I'm old enough to know that evenJesus had a hard time finding a good line on soulAnd when I got him on the phone, he said,"Don't let them tell you different, I've got a soft spot for rock and roll"And we march, yeah we march, to the beat of our own drumAnd we march, yeah me march oh yeah, to the beat of our own drumWhen you love something you never let it goBut wait, I learned a lot from loving youAnd like the stars are bold, I feel it through and throughI learned a lot from loving you From Letras Mania