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Who'll take the only hearts they got |
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and throw them into the fire? |
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Who'll risk their own self respect |
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in the name of desire? |
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Who'll regret everything they've done |
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and who will get the bill? |
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Lovers will |
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Who'll hurt each other all the time |
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and never give it a thought? |
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Who'll lie about where they've been |
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and hope they never get caught? |
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Who'll say each other's kisses |
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no longer thrill? |
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Lovers will |
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Lovers will do almost anything |
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For the thrill that only love can bring |
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If love is a healer, who'll be the first ones ill? |
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Lovers will |
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Who'll never know what they've got |
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until it's just about gone? |
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And whose arms will gather up what's left |
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to carry on? |
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And who'll stalk that little bit of love |
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that hasn't been killed? |
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Lovers will |
