| Are you in love?
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| Do you feel it in your stomach?
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| Does it twist and turn and scream and burn
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| And start to make you cry, but you like it?
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| Don’t want to let it slip away
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| Does it stretch into your throat
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| Until you don’t know what to say?
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| Does it hold you under its pillow in the night?
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| It kills you with its passion
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| And its endless beam of light
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| When you see yourself
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| In the future, frail and gray
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| Who do you want beside you
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| When you wake to start your day?
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| Yeah, it’s extreme
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| I know what you’re gonna say
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| I’m being too dramatic
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| But this feeling feels this way
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| Are you in love?
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| Do you feel it in your spine?
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| Shaking, waking, tearing, breaking
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| Taking its sweet time
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| But you want it
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| Yeah, you need it just to breathe
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| You’re never sure of what trick
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| It’s pulling from its sleeve
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| If you said yes
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| To all the things above
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| Then yes, my friend, I’m sorry
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| It appears you are in love |