| Who’ll take the only hearts they got
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| And throw them into the fire?
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| Who’ll risk their own self respect
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| In the name of desire?
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| Who’ll regret everything they’ve done
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| And who’ll get the bill?
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| Lovers will
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| Who’ll hurt each other all the time
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| And never give it a thought?
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| Who’ll lie about where they’ve been
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| And hope they never get caught?
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| Who’ll say each other’s kisses
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| No longer thrill?
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| Lovers will, lovers will
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| Lovers will do almost anything
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| For the thrill that only love can bring
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| If love is a healer, who’ll be the first ones ill?
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| Lovers will, you know the lovers will
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| Who’ll never know what they’ve got
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| Until it’s just about gone?
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| And whose arms will gather up, what’s left
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| Just to carry on?
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| And who’ll stalk that little bit of love
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| That hasn’t yet been killed?
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| Well the lovers will, lovers will
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| Lovers will do almost anything
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| For the thrill that only love can bring
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| And if love is a healer, who’ll be the first ones ill?
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| Lovers will, lovers will, lovers will |