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I first saw you on the center spread of my favorite magazine - |
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Not too shy, but you stirred the ghost inside of my machine, |
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Made me forget about einstein and his time of sense. |
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Are you really flesh and blood, or full of phony sentiments? |
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Where is the love, where is the love, |
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Where is the love that's on your mind? |
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Can't say no when you want to strike, |
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While the fire is in your eyes. |
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It's better than dancing to the same old song, |
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Don't want to hear those lies. |
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You got free agents biting at your heels, |
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But you ain't lying low, |
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There's too many headhunters out of their trees, |
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Want to show you everything they know. |
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Where is the love, where is the love, |
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Where is the love that's on your mind? |
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Show me the love, show me the love, |
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Show me the love that's on your mind. |
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Your begging letters arrive each day, |
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Falling on my front door mat. |
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Is this an early warning or a planned attack? |
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Are you ready for a final showdown, |
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Is that what you intend? |
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'cause if your loving's as true as your word, |
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I'm trapped in a lion's den. |
