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Text: Richard Marx. Other. Burning Of The Heart.


One after one they give into the urge
Caught by some hand of desire.
Held by the feelings that brings them together.
It's all a mystery. When will they learn.
It's just emotion on fire.
That soul taking, primitive, passion of nature.

[Chorus:]
I try to run. I try to never fall apart.
But love takes pleasure from
The Burning of the Heart
Burning of the Heart.

Telling myself I should run while there's time
I see that look 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 lives
It's only love that can find us an answer.

[Chorus]

Telling myself I should run while there's time
I see that look 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 lives
It's only love that can find us an answer.

[Chorus]