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I want to love you, I want to love you |
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I want to love you without ego, without pride |
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I want to know you, I want to know you |
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I want to know you outside, inside, without side |
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You make me want to die |
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Now I'm caught in your slip stream |
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Love is pulling me on |
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Passed the suitors you spurned |
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And the lovers you burned |
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You may think I'm old fashioned |
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But I'm not in your class |
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My voice steams up the windows |
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While yours can cut glass |
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Still you make me transcend |
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I want to hold you, I want to hold you |
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I want to hold you without holding you at bay |
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I want to hear you, I want to hear you |
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I want to hear every single word you say |
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You make me want to cry |
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No, I'm not superstitious |
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But I can't help touching wood |
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With my head in my hands |
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And you doing no good |
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In the interests of courtship |
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I'll walk you back home |
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Through the streets here in Heaven |
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When we're alone |
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You make me transcend |
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No, I'm not superstitious |
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But I can't help touching wood |
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With my head in my hands |
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And you doing no good |
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Is it all over nothing? |
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Does that make you feel sad? |
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It's not the standard of living |
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That makes dying so bad |
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It's the fear of the end |
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You make me transcend |
