The selecter

Doors of my heart

The selecter
Every story has to be about something I suppose
This one says I lose my head as the feeling starts to grow, you know
I can feel love pumping at the doors of my heart
Feel love pumping as it tears me apart
Feel love pumping as the worrying starts
I can feel love pumping
At the doors of my heart again
At the doors of my heart again
Boom Boom, Ba boom boom x2

Everybody needs someone they can cling to now and then
No more defence, no more pretence, no reasons for explaining etc.

Every time it happens seem to act a little tough
In this at least you're just like me
I think we think too much
Why can't you just
Feel love pumping etc
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