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It Must Be Love

Dead Artist Syndrome

You're not too sure what you saw with your eyes,
You heard a small voice; there's something going on inside,
Something has changed in your heart,
You want to open up, but you don't know where to start,
It's like playing with fire; it's not another game,
And if you live through it, you'll never be the same,
It can break you in half, it can fill an empty hole,
It can take you to Heaven, it could cost you your soul.

Oh, it must be love,
Oh, it must be love,
Oh, it must be love,
Oh, it must be love.

Inches from your face, I softly feel your breath,
I anticipate your taste as I finally get your kiss,
I know you feel the passion when I look into your eyes,
See my body tremble as my spirit starts to rise,
I'm pushing through your doorway; our lips have moved apart,
You smile as you embrace me, and than you stop my heart,
You could break me in half, you could fill an empty hole,
You could take me to Heaven, you could cost me my soul.

Oh, it must be love,
Oh, it must be love,
Oh, it must be love,
Oh, it must be love.

I know it's not angry; it doesn't seem to boast,
It seems to come back to those who give the most,
It's patient and kind, to help me persevere,
It never seems to fail to cast out all my fears,
Well, the everlasting the passion is hard to conceive, but I'm still standing as one true believer,
It could break me in half, it could fill an empty hole,
It can take you to Heaven, it could cost you your soul.

Oh, it must be love,
Oh, it must be love,
Oh, it must be love,
Oh, it must be love,
Oh, it must be love,
Oh, it must be love,
Oh, it must be love,
Oh, it must be love,






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