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I see your shape and I'm attracted |
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I touch your neck and I'm tempted |
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I feel the spirit that lies within |
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When I hold you in my hands |
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This is the heart you've settled upon |
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And these are the arms you'll be cradled on |
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Those are the feet that dance to your tune |
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And this is the soul that will keep you |
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People have carved you and generations mould you |
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Time had carried you, tradition beholds you |
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What time has taken passion has kept |
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What my heart has felt the music has sent |
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Through your voice I hear your stories |
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And in these hands they become my own |
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And the old times and old memories |
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Call to life beneath my bow |
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I see your shape and I'm attracted |
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I touch your neck and I'm tempted |
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I feel the spirit that lies within |
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When I hold you in my hands |
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In my hands |
