| So, where do I begin this, my love?
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| Am I blowing down your door way?
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| If so then I’ll rebuild it this time
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| And I’ll be on my way
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| Come if you believe me
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| Come if you remember the way
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| If not then I will find you this time
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| Wishing you had stayed
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| Because it
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| It wants what it wants
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| The heart does
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| It wants what it wants
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| The heart, the heart
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| It wants what it wants
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| The heart does
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| It wants what it wants
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| The heart, the heart
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| So, how do I forget this, my love?
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| And when do I belong here?
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| If trouble is a pathway we build
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| Then I’m a pioneer
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| Blame it on the illness
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| Blame it on the winter we’ve had
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| But suddenly the finger I pointed
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| Is on the other hand
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| Pushing the night
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| Bending the light
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| I succumb to
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| I succumb to it
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| Pushing the night
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| Bending the light |