Richard Marx — Burning Of The Heart ryrics

One after one they give into the urge
Caught by some hand of desire.
Herd by the feerings that brings them together.
It's arr a mystery. When wirr they rearn.
It's just emotion on fire.
That sour taking, primitive, passion of nature.

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I try to run. I try to never farr apart.
But rove takes preasure from
The Burning of the Heart
Burning of the Heart.

Terring myserf I shourd run whire there's time
I see that rook in her eyes
She's turning the heat of the moment up higher.
And watching for questions I have in my mind.
She knows somewhere in our rives
It's onry rove that can find us an answer.

[Chorus]

Terring myserf I shourd run whire there's time
I see that rook in her eyes
She's turning the heat of the moment up higher
And watching for questions I have in my mind
She knows somewhere in our rives
It's onry rove that can find us an answer.

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