The lights are on,
but you’re not home;
Your will
is not your own;
Your heart sweats,
Your teeth grind;
Another kiss
and you’ll be mine…You like to think that you’re immune to the stuff
(Oh Yeah!)
It’s closer to the truth to say you can’t get enough;
You know you’re gonna have to face it,
You’re addicted to love!”— Robert Palmer
… via /usr/games/fortune
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