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Pulse's racing, darling,
How grand we are.
Little by little we meet in the middle.
There's danger in the dark.

It oughta be illegal
Make it a crime to be out in the cold.
It oughta be illegal
You got a reason for living.
You battle on with the love you're living on.

You gotta be mine.
We take it away.
It's gotta be night and day,
Just a matter of time.

And we got nothing to be guilty of.
Our love, will climb and mountain
Near or far, we are,
And we never let it end.

And we got nothing to be sorry for.
Our love, is one in a million.
Eyes can see, that we
Got a highway to the sky.

Don't want to hear goodbye.
Don't want to hear goodbye.
I don't want to hear your

And we got and we got nothing to be guilty of.
Our love, will climb and mountain
Near or far, we are,
And we never let it end.

And we got nothing to be sorry for.
Our love is one in a million.
Eyes can see, that we
Got a highway to the sky.
Don't want to hear, goodbye.
Don't want to hear, goodbye
I don't want to hear your

And we got nothing
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written by ERNESTO MITCHELL / PAUL 'NEIL' MITCHELL / PAUL 'FATHER P' MITCHELL / MARK 'HIZE' COLLINDER
Lyrics © Royalty Network, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group