What could make me think that I could live on borrowed love? Now I see that I could never live on borrowed love.
It's three-o-one in the morning another sleepless night
I feel your presence with me and it doesn't feel right. And then it starts flowing through me from my feet right to my head
Then I scream calling out your name
I want you back in my bed my bed.
What could make me think that I could live on borrowed love ? . . . Like a drummer always beating the insides of my soul
Hidden feelings always seeking The touch they knew ss well in the places that matter.
What could make me think that I could live on borrowed love? . . . I can't eat I canY sleep thinking about who you're with. Are you happy making me crazy you were the best I ever had. What could make me think that I could live on borrowed love? . . .
The pain of too much pleasure is all so clear to me
After you go nothing but ache to Fill my emptiness emptiness emptiness. What could make me think that I could live on borrowed love? . . . What could make me think that I could live on borrowed love? . . . What could make me think that I could live on borrowed love? . . .
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It's three-o-one in the morning another sleepless night
I feel your presence with me and it doesn't feel right. And then it starts flowing through me from my feet right to my head
Then I scream calling out your name
I want you back in my bed my bed.
What could make me think that I could live on borrowed love ? . . . Like a drummer always beating the insides of my soul
Hidden feelings always seeking The touch they knew ss well in the places that matter.
What could make me think that I could live on borrowed love? . . . I can't eat I canY sleep thinking about who you're with. Are you happy making me crazy you were the best I ever had. What could make me think that I could live on borrowed love? . . .
The pain of too much pleasure is all so clear to me
After you go nothing but ache to Fill my emptiness emptiness emptiness. What could make me think that I could live on borrowed love? . . . What could make me think that I could live on borrowed love? . . . What could make me think that I could live on borrowed love? . . .
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