| Take these hands they’re good for nothing
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| You know these hands never worked a day
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| Take these boots they’re going nowhere
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| You know these boots don’t want to stray
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| You got my head filled with songs
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| You got my shoelaces undone
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| Take my shirt, go on take it off me
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| You can tear it up
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| If you can tie me down
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| Do you feel loved
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| Do you feel loved
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| Do you feel loved
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| Do you feel loved
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| Take the colours of my imagination
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| Take the scent hanging in the air
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| Take this tangle of a coversation
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| And turn it into your own prayer
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| With my fingers as you want them
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| With my nails under your hide
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| With my teeth at your back
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| And my tongue to tell you the sweetest lies
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| Do you feel loved
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| Do you feel loved
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| Do you feel loved
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| And it looks like the sun
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| But it feels like the rain
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| Love’s a bully pushing and shoving
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| In the belly of a woman
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| Heavy rhythm taking over
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| To stick together
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| A man and a woman
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| Stick together
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| Man and woman
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| Stick together
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| And I feel loved
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| Do you feel loved
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| Do you feel loved
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| And it looks like the sun
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| But it feels like the rain
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| And there’s heat in the sun
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| To see us through the rain
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| Do you feel loved
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| Do you feel loved
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| Do you feel
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| Do you feel |