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(Dickie Peterson) |
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I feel good sensation |
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And I been lifted child by your soul creation |
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Don't you stop just to look away |
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I want you to listen, child, to what |
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I say. Don't you drift away too far |
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Out of sad times, just exactly where you are |
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It's just too much the way |
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I feel I just can't believe that |
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I'm not real. |
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Don't you drift away too far |
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From our good times, just exactly where you are |
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It's just too much, can't be real |
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I want you to know just how |
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I feel. You have a strange desire |
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When you walk across the ground |
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Then you set the world on fire. |
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I feel good sensation |
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And I been lifted child by your sole creation |
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Don't you stop just to look away |
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I want you to listen, child, to what |
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I say. C'mon, c'mon, won't you please, just a little, |
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Yow! Won't you please, just a little bit closer |
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C'mon, c'mon, yow! |
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C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon |
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Just a little bit closer, c'mon, c'mon just a little |
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C'mon, c'mon just a little, |
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Yow! Just a little bit closer |
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C'mon, c'mon just a little, c'mon, c'mon just a little bit closer |
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C'mon, c'mon, yow! |
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C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon just a little |
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C'mon, c'mon just a little bit, c'mon, c'mon |
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OOOWW! OW! |
