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Do what you did yesterday, go on repeating |
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'Cause my heart's only on fire when you are the teacher |
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You take the torch and I follow the leader |
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You'd be my master and I'll be your fever |
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You told me your past was taken by thieves |
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Since then you've been running in search of reliefs |
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You don't know when it's coming, I don't know either |
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You'd be my master and I'll be your fever |
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The angels are singing, words written for you |
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Trumpets are telling of your beauty and truth |
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But you've been working it out for yourself like some overachiever |
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So just be my master and I'll be your fever |
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But you knew this is all I need, no more or no less |
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Your highness I bow to thee and to thee this I confess |
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I was lost in a forest but now I'm a believer |
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So you'd be my master and I'll be your fever |
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So do what you did yesterday go on repeating |
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'Cause my heart's only on fire when you are the teacher |
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You take the torch and I follow the leader |
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You'd be my master and I'll be your fever |
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You'd be my master and I'll be your fever |
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You'd be my master and I'll be your fever |
