| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh… ooh…
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| I have loved for centuries
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| But I am still yearning, ooh-ooh ooh, ooh
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| Die, or survive your enemies
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| We are here still craving, ooh ooh ooh, ooh
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| Ah-a-ah-a-ah-a-ah-a-I
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| Have loved in silent ecstasy…
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| I feel the pulse and the heat
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| Every move is a hunting breed
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| It’s a creeping desire
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| You’re my purple fire
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| I could write a century
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| But my poet lingers, ooh-ooh ooh ooh
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| Lie, or deny your enemies
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| We are here still pining, ooh-ooh ooh ooh
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| Ah-a-ah-a-ah-a-ah-a-I
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| Have loved in silent ecstasy
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| I feel the pulse and the heat
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| Every move is a hunting breed
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| It’s a creeping desire
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| You’re my purple fire
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| We will love for centuries
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| And we are still pining
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| Ah-a-ah-a-ah-a-ah-a-I
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| Have sinned in silent ecstasy…
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| I feel the pulse and the heat…
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| Every move is a hunting breed…
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| It’s a creeping desire…
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| You’re my purple— fire…
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| I am
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| Pining
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| For you
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| Vervain
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| Ah-a-ah-a-ah-a-ah-a-I
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| Have sinned in silent ecstasy…
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| I feel the pulse and the heat…
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| Every move is a hunting breed…
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| It’s a creeping desire…
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| You’re my purple— fire…
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| Fire…
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| Burning, vervain |