| The palpitating beast that beats within my battered breast
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| Burning and bedevilling, not allowing any rest
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| The thunder in my mind reflects the storm within my heart
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| A blasting, blaring sound that tears my soul apart
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| If this is love … who needs it?
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| There’s a tender, tempting feeling that is growing in my mind
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| Soothing and caressing a part of me that’s blind
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| A warming worm that’s mellowing and eating my resolve
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| Changing and challenging my cold heart to dissolve
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| If this is love … I want it!
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| Now a flaming, flaring fire I feel has trapped me in it’s trance
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| Flashing and flickering and forcing me to dance
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| I’m raised by its pure energy, aborning me anew
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| Blinding but enlightening, I know the fire is you
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| If this is love … I need it
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| If this is love … I want it
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| If this is what love is like … oh yes, I need it
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| Oh if this is what love is like, I wanna have a taste of it |