I first saw you on the center spread of my favorite magazine -
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Not too shy, but you stirred the ghost inside of my machine,
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Made me forget about Einstein and his time of sense.
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Are you really flesh and blood, or full of phony sentiments?
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Where is the love, where is the love,
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Where is the love that's on your mind?
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Can't say no when you want to strike,
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While the fire is in your eyes.
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It's better than dancing to the same old song,
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Don't want to hear those lies.
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You got free agents biting at your heels,
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but you ain't lying low,
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There's too many headhunters out of their trees,
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Want to show you everything they know.
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Where is the love, where is the love,
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Where is the love that's on your mind?
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Show me the love, show me the love,
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Show me the love that's on your mind.
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Your begging letters arrive each day,
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falling on my front door mat.
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Is this an early warning or a planned attack?
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Are you ready for a final showdown,
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is that what you intend?
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'Cause if your loving's as true as your word,
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I'm trapped in a lion's den.
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Where Is The Love
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| Wishbone Ash |
