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I've got sunshine in the palms of my hands |
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Generating slowly |
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into somekind of a wave of a trance |
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I'm reancting madly |
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If I was home |
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I wouldn't be late to tell you |
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'Cause sure I would like to burn |
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But if I'm gonna burn |
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Then it must be fire |
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But now it burns, burns, burns, burns |
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So it must be fire |
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But tell melove |
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ain't this desire |
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I can't tell love from desire |
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But it sure feels good! |
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Must be something in the air that I breathe |
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That affects me wildly |
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and to put it as it makes my blood seethe |
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Is to express it mildly |
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Oh no, oh no! |
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I wouldn't dream of dreaming that dream.... |
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'Cause sure I would like to burn |
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But if I'm gonna burn |
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Then it must be fire |
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but now it burns, burns, burns, burns |
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so it must be fire |
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But tell me love |
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ain't this desire |
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i can't tell love from desire |
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But it sure feels good! |
