| Look at me, I can't concentrate on anything,
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| I'm clueless, I do everything wrong.
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| I'm a mess and I don't know what's going on.
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| I like you like crazy, I want you, you make me desperate.
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| What I feel for you is so great that having you will not be enough.
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| What this that invites me to live, that gives me the illusion.
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| What will be that force that unites us all two by two,
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| It will be the strength of the heart...
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| It makes me hug you and the bodies get in the way.
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| I tremble only with the idea of touching
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| your lips full of new kisses.
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| I can't sleep, you steal my peace of mind.
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| Someone has embroidered your body with threads of my anxiety.
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| Your legs crossed as a belt, on my back a watch
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| where your fingers are the needles and wind up this motor
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| which is the strength of the heart.
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| And it is the force that carries you, that pushes you and that fills you,
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| that drags you and brings you closer to God.
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| It is a feeling, almost an obsession,
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| if the strength is from the heart.
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| It's something that messes you up, the discharge of energy
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| that is taking away your reason,
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| makes you stumble, creates confusion,
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| surely it is the strength of the heart,
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| it is something that takes you.
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| I can't think, I should take care of myself more.
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| At the very least, I lose my life and then you give it to me.
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| What is it that blinds the lover, who goes around sir
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| and he is nothing more than a naughty, provocative boy,
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| It will be the strength of the heart...
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| And it is the force that carries you, that pushes you and that fills you,
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| that drags you and brings you closer to God.
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| It is a feeling, almost an obsession,
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| if the strength is from the heart.
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| It's something that messes you up, a discharge of energy
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| that is taking away your reason,
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| makes you stumble, creates confusion,
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| surely it is the strength of the heart.
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| It is the force that drives you… |