| Is that a word you said, my love
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| Or just a gesture in tongues?
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| Well, I live to guess your sorrow
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| And you live to empty my lungs
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| And you’ve got me up in a frenzy again
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| And I know you’re planning to leave in the end
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| Won’t you say that you will?
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| Let the impulse to love
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| And the instinct to kill
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| Entangle to one
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| In this light you are mine
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| Till the sweat turns to blood
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| Won’t you say that you will
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| Even if you won’t?
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| Oh, is that a glint in your eye?
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| Is that a blade in your palm?
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| Well, I am yours tonight
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| So will you lay in my arms?
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| You’ve got me up in a frenzy again
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| I know you’re planning to leave in the end
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| Won’t you say that you will?
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| Let the impulse to love
|
| And the instinct to kill
|
| Entangle to one
|
| In this light you are mine
|
| Till the sweat turns to blood
|
| Won’t you say that you will
|
| Even if you won’t?
|
| Won’t you say that you will?
|
| Let the impulse to love
|
| And the instinct to kill
|
| Entangle to one
|
| In this light you are mine
|
| Till the sweat turns to blood
|
| Won’t you say that you will
|
| Even if you won’t?
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| You’ve got me up in a frenzy again
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| You’ve got me up in a frenzy again
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| You’ve got me up in a frenzy again
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| You’ve got me up in a frenzy again
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| You’ve got me up in a frenzy again
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| You’ve got me up in a frenzy again |