| I am weak to your temptation, oh
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| With imagination comes obligation
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| I love you to death, but to you
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| I am, well I love you to death
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| But to you, I’m already dead
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| I’m already dead
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| I’m already dead
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| I’m a mess between my heart and head
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| I feel like I’m just floating away, yeah
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| Oh God, I wish that I could stay
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| It’s hard, I admit, but baby don’t quit, yeah
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| We can make it, yeah, we can make it
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| And I am weak to your affection, babe
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| All I need is your attention
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| I love you to death, but to you
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| I am, well I love you to death
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| But to you, I’m already dead
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| I’m already dead
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| I’m already dead
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| I’m a mess between my heart and head
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| I feel like I’m just floating away, yeah
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| Oh God, I wish that I could stay
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| It’s hard, I admit, but baby don’t quit, yeah
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| We can make it, yeah, we can make it
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| Don’t trouble your pretty little head
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| There’s only room for love
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| There’s only room for love instead
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| Don’t trouble your pretty little head
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| There’s only room for love
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| There’s only room for love instead
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| Don’t trouble your pretty little head
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| There’s only room for love
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| There’s only room for love instead
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| Don’t trouble your pretty little head
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| There’s only room for love
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| There’s only room for love instead
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| I feel like I’m just floating away, yeah
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| Oh God, I wish that I could stay
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| It’s hard, I admit, but baby don’t quit, yeah
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| And we can make it, yeah, we can make it |