| Love is a flame that can't be tamed
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| And though we are its willing prey, my darling
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| We are not the ones to blame
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| Trust is a word all lovers know
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| The glorious art of staining souls, my darling
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| We are not the ones to blame
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| The more we have the more we want
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| And the more it hurts our hearts, my baby
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| It always ends up in tears
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| So keep on pretending
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| Our heaven is worth the waiting
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| Keep on pretending it's alright
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| So keep on pretending
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| It will be the end of our craving
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| Keep on pretending
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| It's alright
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| When doubts arise the game begins
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| The war we`ll never win, my baby
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| It always ends up in tears...
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| So keep on pretending
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| Our heaven is worth the waiting
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| Keep on pretending it's alright
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| So keep on pretending
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| It will be the end of our craving
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| Keep on pretending
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| It's alright
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| So keep on pretending
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| Our haven is worth the waiting
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| Keep on pretending it's alright
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| So keep on pretending
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| It will be the end of our craving
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| Keep on pretending
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| It's alright
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| Love is a flame that can't be tamed
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| And though we are its willing prey, my darling
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| We are not the ones to blame |