The palpitating beast that beats within my battered breast
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Burning and bedevilling, not allowing any rest
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The thunder in my mind reflects the storm within my heart
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A blasting, blaring sound that tears my soul apart
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If this is love ... who needs it?
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There's a tender, tempting feeling that is growing in my mind
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Soothing and caressing a part of me that's blind
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A warming worm that's mellowing and eating my resolve
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Changing and challenging my cold heart to dissolve
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If this is love ... I want it!
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Now a flaming, flaring fire I feel has trapped me in it's trance
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Flashing and flickering and forcing me to dance
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I'm raised by its pure energy, aborning me anew
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Blinding but enlightening, I know the fire is you
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If this is love ... I need it
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If this is love ... I want it
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If this is what love is like ... oh yes, I need it
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Oh if this is what love is like, I wanna have a taste of it
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If This Is Love
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| Glen Campbell |
