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(Roy Hurd/Templeton Thompson) |
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Here I am beggin' you to hold me |
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When everything is tellin' me to run |
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I could turn around, leave this town |
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Without a sound and never say word one |
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And just call it done |
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But I'm torn right down the middle |
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I'm on both sides of the line |
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I know I should be leavin' |
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But the choice ain't mine |
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There's nothin' I can do |
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I can't fight it |
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I got a heart like a rocket |
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I just gotta ride it |
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Oh the cold, hard truth |
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When it comes to lovin' you |
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There's nothin' I can do |
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These footprints on my heart could |
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Tell a story - many times it's been a steppin' stone |
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It's been pushed around, broken down, until I found |
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I was better off alone, out on my own |
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I remember every heartache, just like it was yesterday |
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But baby when you hold me, you take all that pain away |
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There's nothin' I can do |
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I can't fight it |
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I got a heart like a rocket |
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I just gotta ride it |
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Oh the cold, hard truth |
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When it comes to lovin' you |
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There's nothin' I can do |
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I couldn't help myself from fallin' |
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Even if I really wanted to |
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There's nothin' I can do |
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I can't fight it |
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I got a heart like a rocket |
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I just gotta ride it |
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Oh the cold, hard truth |
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When it comes to lovin' you |
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There's nothin' I can do |
