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Shakira - Empire


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[Verse 1]
Take off all of your skin
And breathe when you are free
Shake off all of your sins
And give them to me
Close up, lemme back in
I wanna be yours, wanna be your hero
And my heart beats

[Chorus]
Like the empires of the world unite
We are alive
And the stars make love to the universe
You're my wildfire every single night
We are alive
And the stars make love to the universe
And you touch me
And I'm like, and I'm like, and I'm like woo, woo
And I'm like woo, woo
And I'm like woo, woo
And I'm like

[Verse 2]
I will follow you down wherever you go
I, I'm baby I'm bound to you and do you know?
Closer, pull me in tight
I wanna be yours, wanna be your hero
And my heart beats

[Chorus]
Like the empires of the world unite
We are alive
And the stars make love to the universe
You're my wildfire every single night
We are alive
And the stars make love to the universe
And you touch me
And I'm like, and I'm like, and I'm like woo, woo
We are alive, woo, woo
And I'm like woo, woo
We are alive, woo, woo

[Bridge]
I'm just gonna raise my head
Welcome to the final edge
And I'm gonna fall
(And the stars make love to the universe)
I'm just gonna raise my head
And hold you close

[Chorus]
Like the empires of the world unite
We are alive
And the stars make love to the universe
You're my wildfire every single night
We are alive
And the stars make love to the universe
And you touch me
And I'm like, and I'm like, and I'm like woo, woo
And I'm like woo, woo
And I'm like woo, woo
And I'm like woo
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