| «This song is about recovery and healing wounds
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| It’s called: I’m Ready For Love.»
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| Beat, broken and tired, unhooked and unhired
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| And ready to take my share of the blame
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| This brave little coward who split when things soured
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| Is hoping your heart is his to reclaim
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| Slipped on the peels and tripped on the wires
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| The fabric of trust so tragically stained
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| But now it’s the higher to which I aspire
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| But you won’t believe I’m ready for love
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| Drawn in by the choirs of faraway pyres
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| Beckoning me and calling my name
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| Seduced by desire, burned by the fire
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| Tortured by heat, but cleansed by the flame
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| Take it from me, a thief and a liar
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| What started so sweetly ended in shame
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| Restrung and rewired, this soul is inspired
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| I’m ready for love, I’m ready for love
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| Back to the scene, the remorseful buyer
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| To scatter the ashes, to search the remains
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| To see if the fire is fully expired
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| I’m ready for love, I’m ready for love
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| I’m ready for, ready for love. |
| I’m ready for love
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| I’m ready for, I’m ready for love |