| If love’s a sweet passion, why does it torment?
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| If a bitter, oh tell me whence comes my content?
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| Since I suffered with pleasure, why should I complain
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| Or grieve at my fate when I know 'tis in vain?
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| Yet so pleasing the pain is, so soft is the dart
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| That at once it both wounds me and tickles my heart
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| Yeah, yeah!
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| I’ve been good for most of my life
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| Never struggled with a halo, wrong or right
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| Been around the world, crossed the stormy sea
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| I’m under your spell and I can’t break free now
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| I gave my heart, gave it all to you
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| But the flames of love have burned right through
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| Baby
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| Well, baby
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| Well, baby
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| Don’t it feel like heaven (heaven)
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| In this hell
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| Baby
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| Well, baby
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| Well, baby
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| Don’t it feel like heaven (heaven)
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| In this hell
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| I could cut this stone from round my neck
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| And swim away from this shipwreck
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| Oh, you can’t suck the life from me
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| I’m under your spell, don’t wanna break free
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| Well, baby
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| Well, baby
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| Well, baby
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| Don’t it feel like heaven (heaven)
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| In this hell
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| Baby
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| Well, baby
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| Well, baby
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| Don’t it feel like heaven (heaven)
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| In this hell
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| Well, I can’t get away from you
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| I can’t get away from you
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| I can’t get away from you
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| Well, no
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| Well, baby
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| Well, baby
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| Well, baby
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| Don’t it feel like heaven (heaven)
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| In this hell
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| Baby
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| Well, baby
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| Well, baby
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| Don’t it feel like heaven (heaven)
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| In this hell
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| Don’t it feel like heaven
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| Don’t it feel like heaven, oh no
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| Don’t it feel like heaven
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| You make me feel like heaven, ooh
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| You make me feel like heaven, ooh, ooh
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| You make me feel like heaven |