One after one they give into the urge
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Caught by some hand of desire.
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Held by the feelings that brings them together.
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It's all a mystery. When will they learn.
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It's just emotion on fire.
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That soul taking, primitive, passion of nature.
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[Chorus:]
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I try to run. I try to never fall apart.
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But love takes pleasure from
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The Burning of the Heart
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Burning of the Heart.
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Telling myself I should run while there's time
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I see that look in her eyes
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She's turning the heat of the moment up higher.
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And watching for questions I have in my mind.
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She knows somewhere in our lives
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It's only love that can find us an answer.
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[Chorus]
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Telling myself I should run while there's time
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I see that look in her eyes
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She's turning the heat of the moment up higher
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And watching for questions I have in my mind
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She knows somewhere in our lives
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It's only love that can find us an answer.
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[Chorus]
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Burning Of The Heart
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| Richard Marx |
