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Knowing that our bodies are apart Got my imagination running wild You got to be the original devil's child |
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Take, oh take my hand, Help me understand |
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Dreaming of your golden flowing hair You don't realise what you do to me The come on signs are torture of a high degree +CHORUS |
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Suddenly I'm lying in your arms, Thrill me please me with your charms Heaven shines down on you, Please let it shine for me too |
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