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And now I'm touching everyone |
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Since your hands touched me |
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The fear of being afraid is gone |
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I have to say it's kind of fun |
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And no-one seems to mind |
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I have my way with everyone |
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And anyone who says it's wrong |
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Has never felt my hands upon them |
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Turn them on, it's a pop song |
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It's so sweet and then forgotten |
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When I want them, when I need them |
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When I'm here and when I leave them |
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Our time cannot be wrinkled |
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Can it really be this simple? |
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And now I'm touching you |
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And doing all the things |
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I said I wouldn't do |
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You know you're not the only one |
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You are not the first |
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And you won't be the last, come on |
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And anyone who thinks it's wrong |
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Has never felt your hands upon them |
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Turn them on, it's a pop song |
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It's so sweet and then forgotten |
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When you want them, when you need them |
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When you're here and when you leave them |
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Our time cannot be wrinkled |
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Can it really be this simple? |
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Just when I think there's nothing wrong |
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Your hands are gone |
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It's not a pop song anymore |
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Is this a love song? |
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'Cause it's going on too long |
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What's going on? |
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I just can't tell |
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Can't think of anybody else |
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Secretly checking for missed calls |
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Please, please |
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I hope you'll break my fall |
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'Cause I want you and I need you |
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And I swear I'll never leave you |
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Our time cannot be wrinkled |
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Can it really be this simple? |