| that clouds your senses
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| that speeds up your heartbeat
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| and it stays nailed to the heart
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| What everyone feels
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| and he who denies repents
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| when you hear the chords of a song
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| It's what they call love
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| what they call love
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| drives you crazy, dominates you
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| what they call love
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| it has roses, it has thorns
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| what they call love
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| it is an evil that does not end
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| and it is what I feel for you — my life
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| It is what I feel for you
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| That that tickles the soul
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| when the knees tremble
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| and wake up your romantic inspiration
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| That which runs through the veins
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| good remedy for the sorrows
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| A mystery for which there is no explanation
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| It's what they call love
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| what they call love
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| drives you crazy, dominates you
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| what they call love
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| it has roses, it has thorns
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| what they call love
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| it is an evil that does not end
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| and it is what I feel for you — my life
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| Air of the kisses of the one who is in love
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| music that plays when the world is off
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| what they call love
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| it makes you sick, it heals you
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| what they call love
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| caramel and bitterness
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| what they call love
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| is the purest temptation
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| and it is what I feel for you- my life
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| In love, excited... how nice it is to love that woman
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| Mix of roses and thorns
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| divine flower...
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| what they call love
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| In love, excited — how nice it is to love that woman
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| What a temptation…what a thrill
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| For my heart…
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| That what you make me feel
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| In love, excited
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| When your kiss burns me
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| It is the sweetest condemnation...
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| what they call love
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| In love, excited how nice it is to love that woman
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| How nice it is to love that woman
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| Well my people...
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| This is over
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| What they call love! |