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She moves like a mystic |
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Like a priestess, tall and pale |
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She lays down the mystery |
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All her secrets are unveiled |
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Wherever I look, I see her there |
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Wherever I go, you know she's there |
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And she takes posession, she has control |
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Next to you I can touch the fire |
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And when the fever takes ahold |
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Next to you I can touch the fire |
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Her words fall in echos |
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Ringing bells like gypsy rhymes |
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She has the power |
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No believer can explain |
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Wherever I look, I see her there |
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Wherever I go, you know she's there |
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CHORUS |
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And she takes posession, she has control |
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Next to you I can touch the fire |
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And when the fever takes ahold |
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Next to you I can touch the fire |
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I feel the heat pumping in my veins |
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Next to you I can touch the fire |
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I see myself going up in flames |
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Next to you I can touch the fire |
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Wherever I look I see her there |
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Wherever I go you know she's there |
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CHORUS |
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She takes posession |
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Touch the fire |
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Touch the fire |
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I feel the heat pumping in my veins |
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Next to you I can touch the fire |
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I see myself going up in flames |
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Next to you I can touch the fire |
