| Every story has to be about something, i suppose
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| this one says i lose my head
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| as the feeling starts to grow you know?
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| i can feel love thumping at the doors of my heart
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| feel love thump as it tears me apart
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| feel love pump as the worrying starts
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| i can feel love thumping
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| at the doors of my heart again
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| at the doors of my heart again
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| i can feel love thump
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| bom-bom be bom-bom.
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| everybody needs someone they can cling to now and then,
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| no more defense, no more pretense
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| no reasons to explain it you can feel love thumping at the doors of your heart
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| feel love thump as it tears you apart
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| feel blood pump as the worrying starts
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| you can feel love thumping
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| at the doors of your heart again
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| at the doors of your heart again
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| you can feel love thump
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| bom-bom be bom-bom.
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| this one your unity rocker, lord
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| stick him in your living room
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| and turn off the light eh bet you wouldn’t know if he was black or white
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| boy!
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| say what’s the use in fighting?
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| man say, i say you shouldn’t really fight
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| tek him to a disco tek
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| tek him to a pub eh!
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| tek him to a blues and then
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| you play him rub a dub eh say you shouldn’t really fight, man say
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| say you shouldn’t really fight
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| each and every day i walk through the streets
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| and I see man and man war and kill each other
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| because you are black or you are white
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| so what’s the use in fighting?
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| war alright
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| because it’s strictly love and unity
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| we a deal in today
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| and that we will never throw away
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| we will never throw away
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| war alright
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| i say just because you’re brown
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| you no fe g’wan like a clown
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| just because you’re white
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| you no fe broke a likkle fight eh say what’s the use in fighting boy
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| i say you shouldn’t really fight
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| everytime it happens, seem to act a little touched
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| in this at least, you’re just like me i think we think too much
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| why can’t we just
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| feel love thumping at the doors of our heart
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| feel love thump as it tears us apart
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| feel blood pump as the worrying starts
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| i can feel love thumping
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| at the doors of my heart again
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| at the doors of my heart again
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| i can feel love thump
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| bom-bom be bom-bom
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| bom-bom be bom-bom
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| i can feel love thump
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| bom-bom be bom-bom
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| at the doors of my heart again. |