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You think you've got it in the palm of your hand |
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Then it slips through your fingers like a grain of sand |
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You're blood in the water to a hungry shark |
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It slips in silent then it rips you apart |
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Chorus: |
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Oh-oh, it's famine or feast, that's the nature of the beast |
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Screams like an eagle, cries like a dove, oh-oh, |
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that's the nature of love |
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Now some will find it on their wedding day |
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Some will never give their hearts away |
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It can be so cold you, think you're gonna freeze |
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Or burn you up like a slow disease |
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(chorus) - the nature of love |
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(Solo) |
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Like blood in the water to a hungry shark |
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It slips in silent then it rips you apart |
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(chorus repeats 2x) |
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That's the nature of love, that's the nature of love, |
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the nature of love |
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Screams like an eagle, |
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cries like a dove, |
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that's the nature of love... |
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(to fade) |