| Do you dare take a breath
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| Do you dream of a tragic death, I know you do
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| Do you wail, do you weep
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| You sing yourself to sleep, you delicate flower
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| And so what is love? |
| And who am I
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| To dare to pull the stars from your favorite sky
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| You were born forth from joy, you’re every girl and boy
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| You know you are, you know you are
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| And you dress like a dame and you burn on a catholic flame
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| By the hours, by the hours
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| And so what is love? |
| And who am I?
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| To dare to pull the stars from your favorite sky
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| You possess, s’avoir faire, put cheap bleach on your hair
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| You know you do, you know you do
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| Do you dare take a breath
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| You dream of a tragic death, you delicate flower
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| And so what is love? |
| And who am I?
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| To dare to pull the stars from your favorite sky
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| And so what is love? |
| And who am I?
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| To dare to pull the stars from your favorite sky
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| From your favorite sky |