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Album:Tourism |
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Title:Fingertips |
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You're sliding down a dream, o yea |
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Where nights are born in blue, that's the truth |
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You're swimming in a stream, o yea |
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Fish are jumping too, next to you |
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Suddenly you notice someone's at the door |
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You could swear you've been through this all before |
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Then she runs her fingertips through your hair |
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Your life has just begun |
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Her fingers, they are everywhere |
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You're floating light like air, leaving the ground |
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and she shines on just like the sun |
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You're gazing at the sky, o my |
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The stars are out tonight, shining bright |
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You're waving to a cloud, bye-bye |
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You're drowning in the smile of his eyes |
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Suddenly you feel like there's no time for a deal |
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though a voice tells you it's for real |
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And she runs her fingertips through your hair |
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and life has just begun |
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Her fingers, there and everywhere |
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You're floating light like air, leaving the ground |
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She-she shines on just like the sun |
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It's just a sunny afternoon |
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Sombody's singing songs of love, child |
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You love a lazy afternoon once in a while |
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And she runs her fingertips through your hair |
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and life has just begun |
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Her fingers, there and everywhere |
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You're floating light like air, leaving the ground |
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She-she shines on just like the sun |
