| What could make me think that I could live on borrowed love?
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| Now I see that I could never live on borrowed love.
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| It’s three-o-one in the morning
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| another sleepless night
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| I feel your presence with me and it doesn’t feel right.
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| And then it starts flowing through me from my feet right to my head
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| Then I scream calling out your name
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| I want you back in my bed
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| my bed.
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| What could make me think
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| that I could live on borrowed love? |
| .. .
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| Like a drummer always beating the insides of my soul
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| Hidden feelings always seeking
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| The touch they knew ss well in the places that matter.
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| What could make me think
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| that I could live on borrowed love?. |
| ..
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| I can’t eat
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| I canY sleep
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| thinking about who you’re with.
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| Are you happy making me crazy
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| you were the best I ever had.
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| What could make me think
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| that I could live on borrowed love?. |
| ..
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| The pain of too much pleasure is all so clear to me After you go nothing but ache to Fill my emptiness
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| emptiness
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| emptiness.
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| What could make me think
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| that I could live on borrowed love?. |
| ..
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| What could make me think
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| that I could live on borrowed love?. |
| ..
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| What could make me think
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| that I could live on borrowed love?. |
| .. |