| I’ve no appetite for love
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| I’m in no rush
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| Seems physically impossible
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| Anything beyond physical
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| How in the world am I to ever say it again?
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| «I love you» is a terrifying thing
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| How in the world am I to ever say it again?
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| Is it worth repeating?
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| It creeps up on you
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| I do what it wants me to
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| My heart’s only mine when it breaks
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| How many times, how many ways
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| How in the world am I to ever say it again?
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| «I love you» is a terrifying thing
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| How in the world am I to ever say it again?
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| Is it worth repeating?
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| There’s no bigger feeling
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| And no way to kill it
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| Nowhere to hide if it finds you
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| I can’t deny it
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| How in the world am I to ever say it again?
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| «I love you» is a terrifying thing
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| How in the world am I to ever say it again?
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| Is it worth repeating? |