| This is what it sounds like
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| When doves cry
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| Dig, if you will, the picture
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| Of you and I engaged in a kiss
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| The sweat of your body covers me
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| Can you, my darling?
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| Can you picture this?
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| Dream, if you can, a courtyard
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| An ocean of violets in bloom
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| Animals strike curious poses
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| They feel the heat
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| The heat between me and you
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| How can you just leave me standing
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| Alone in a world that's so cold? |
| (So cold)
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| Maybe I'm just too demanding
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| Maybe I'm just like my father: too bold
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| Maybe you're just like my mother
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| She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied)
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| Why do we scream at each other?
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| This is what it sounds like
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| When doves cry
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| Touch, if you will, my stomach
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| Feel how it trembles inside
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| You've got the butterflies all tied up
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| Don't make me chase you
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| Even doves have pride
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| How can you just leave me standing
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| Alone in a world so cold? |
| (World so cold)
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| Maybe I'm just too demanding
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| Maybe I'm just like my father: too bold
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| Maybe you're just like my mother
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| She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied)
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| Why do we scream at each other?
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| This is what it sounds like
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| When doves cry
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| This is what it sounds like
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| When doves cry |