| Every time we quarrel, something deep inside
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| Tells me to hold on tight
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| We try to reach and hurt it and fight it with our minds
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| It feeds on our pain to survive
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| I love you — there ain’t nothing I can do about it
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| I love you — there ain’t no other way to explain it
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| What was once a surprise, what you’d always wanted
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| You now seem to despise
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| Now you have to try and break it, cos you can’t believe
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| It’s still alive
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| I love you — ooh, babe, I love you
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| And whatever we say, whatever we do
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| We will never replace what we once started
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| Every time we quarrel I try to run away
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| While the pride in me burns my eyes,
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| Blinded by confusion and a sudden loss of faith
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| There is still a faint voice in me cries
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| I love you — like a mountain that touches the sky
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| I love you — like a fire that refuses to die
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| Like a child with a candle you’d like to blow out
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| To be frightened once more by the dark
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| But then you get lost and you want to get back,
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| You find you need to kiss and shout…
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| I love you — ooh I love you
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| And whatever we say, whatever we do
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| We will never replace what we once started |