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| We are young. Heart ache to heart ache, we stand. |
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| No promises. No demands. |
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| Love is a battlefield. |
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| We are strong. No one can tell us we're wrong. |
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Searching our hearts for so long.
Both of us knowing.
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| Love is a battlefield. |
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You're begging me to go.
You're making me stay. |
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| Why do you hurt me so bad? |
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| It would help me to know. |
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Do I stand in your way?
Or am I the best thing you've had? |
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Believe me, believe me.
I can't tell you why. |
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But I'm trapped by your love.
I'm chained to your side. |
(Love is a Battlefield, Pat Benetar - 1983)
I don't normally post anything on the 14th of the month, because a story appears the next day, but I was just in the mood and thought this would be fun. And as an 80's kid, I love this song, plus it seemed right.
Happy Valentine's Day.
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