| Smoke stack blowing, there's a fire in the sky
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| Fahrenheit rising, oh, higher than high
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| Pressure's building up, sparks are gonna fly
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| I know where this is going when I look into your eyes
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| I know where this is going when I look into your eyes
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| Sweet sweat's rolling down the middle of your spine
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| Bodies move together, perfect rhythm and time
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| Baby say my name, I'll write yours in the sky
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| Higher than a rocket in the fourth of July
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| Higher than a rocket in the fourth of July
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| It's good, it's good, it's good to be alive
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| Its a full time job, the work's never done
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| Twenty-four seven, it's a labor of love
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| Yeah, everything I got, it's all about us
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| Baby this ain't working, it's a labor of love
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| Baby this ain't working, it's a labor of love
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| Only fools count treasure in silver and gold
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| I don't want for nothing that these hands can hold
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| If you need something done, put it on the list
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| And if I need some sugar, I'll get it from your lips
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| If I need some sugar, I'll get it from your lips
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| It's good, it's good, it's good to be alive
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| Its a full time job, the work's never done
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| Twenty-four seven, it's a labor of love
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| Yeah, everything I got, it's all about us
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| Baby this ain't working, it's a labor of love
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| Baby this ain't working, it's a labor of love
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| One taste of your lips, every night, every day
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| I know every curve, but it's never the same
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| If love is a fire, I'll go down in flames
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| I wanna die in your arms, hearing you say my name
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| I wanna die in your arms, hearing you say my name
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| I wanna die in your arms, hearing you say my name
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| Its a full time job, the work's never done
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| Twenty-four seven, it's a labor of love
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| Yeah, everything I got, it's all about us
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| Baby this ain't working, it's a labor of love
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| Its a full time job, the work's never done
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| Twenty-four seven, it's a labor of love
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| Give everything I've got, I can't get enough
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| Baby this ain't working, it's a labor of love
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| Baby this ain't working, it's a labor of love |