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Tina Turner

Tina Turner

Addicted To Love

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(R. Palmer)
Producer: John Hudson
Albums: Live In Europe (88), Simply The Best (91),
The Collected Recordings (94)
Grammy Award: Best rock vocal performance, female (88)

The lights are on, but you're not home
Your mind is not your own
Your body sweats, your body shakes
Another kiss is what it takes

You can't eat, you can't sleep
There's no doubt you're in deep
Your throat is tight, you can't breathe
Another kiss is all you need

Oh you like to think that you're immune to the stuff oh yeah
It's closer to the truth, you know
You're gonna have to face it
You might as well face it you're addicted to love

You see the signs, but you can't read
You're running at a different speed
Your heart beats at double time
Another kiss and you'll be mine
One track mind

You can't be saved
Another young love is all you crave
And if the sun's left for you
You don't mind it feels blue

Oh you like to think that you're immune to the stuff oh yeah
It's closer to the truth, you know
You're gonna have to face it
Gonna have to face it you're addicted to love
Might as well face it you're addicted to love (x4)
Might as well face it (x3)
You might as well face it you're addicted to love

Your lights are on, but you're not home
Your mind is not your own
Your body sweats, your body shakes
Another kiss is what it takes

You can't eat, you can't sleep
There's no doubt you're in deep
Your throat is tight, you can't breathe
Another kiss is all you need

Oh you like to think that you're immune to the stuff oh yeah
It's closer to the truth, you know
You're gonna have to face it
You might as well face it you're addicted to love
Might as well face it you're addicted to love (x4)
Might as well face it (x3)
You might as well face it you're addicted to love

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