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(kirsty maccoll/mark e. nevin) |
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I just know |
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Though i can't see |
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But i can feel his hands all over me |
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His hot breath on me |
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I can't resist |
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His rope, my wrists |
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I never knew there might be days like this |
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Dream on he says |
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Dream on he says |
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Will i be saved |
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From these titanic days |
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A violent frenzy |
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In a none too cheap hotel |
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He says it's hazy |
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But i remember it so well |
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His arms, his face |
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The way my words got twisted out of place |
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Dream on he says |
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Dream on he always says |
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It's sink or swim |
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In these titanic days |
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So hot so hungry |
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So faretheewell goodbye |
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I got so angry |
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Now i sit here and sigh |
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My love, always |
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We should rejoice in these titanic days |
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Dream on he says |
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Dream on he says |
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Will i be saved |
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Will i be saved |
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Dream on he says |
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Dream on he says |
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Do you ever get that sinking feeling? |
