| When we make love
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| i feel it so deeply
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| when we make love i cry.
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| when you kiss my lips
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| they burn with fear
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| for even a love that crowns
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| may crucify.
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| in the cradle of creation
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| between the hand of love i died
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| and there you were
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| i was warmed
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| amidst the gaze of your eyes,
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| our minds wounded
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| by the need for understanding,
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| our bodies betrayed by time.
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| do you hear me
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| can you taste my pain
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| for love has no other desire
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| but to fulfill itself.
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| but to deny yourself the pleasure
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| of that pain
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| is to love selfishly.
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| the album bitter is now completed. |