| I first saw you on the center spread of my favorite magazine —
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| Not too shy, but you stirred the ghost inside of my machine
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| Made me forget about einstein and his time of sense
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| Are you really flesh and blood, or full of phony sentiments?
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| Where is the love, where is the love
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| Where is the love that’s on your mind?
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| Can’t say no when you want to strike
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| While the fire is in your eyes
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| It’s better than dancing to the same old song
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| Don’t want to hear those lies
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| You got free agents biting at your heels
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| But you ain’t lying low
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| There’s too many headhunters out of their trees
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| Want to show you everything they know
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| Where is the love, where is the love
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| Where is the love that’s on your mind?
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| Show me the love, show me the love
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| Show me the love that’s on your mind
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| Your begging letters arrive each day
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| Falling on my front door mat
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| Is this an early warning or a planned attack?
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| Are you ready for a final showdown
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| Is that what you intend?
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| 'cause if your loving’s as true as your word
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| I’m trapped in a lion’s den |