| There’s magic in the air
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| The night sky lit your face like a mystery left uncovered
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| Talk to me, it’s now or never, babe
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| Make believe, I last forever, babe
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| Come for tea, I’ll be your neighbor
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| If you want all this and more
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| Put your number in my phone
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| Put your number in my phone
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| I hope to get sometime alone
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| I wanna get to know you more, baby
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| Put your number in my phone
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| I hope to get sometime alone
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| 'Cause what would tame this gypsy heart but fruits food fresh on wine
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| Your luscious lips entice me to discover
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| Talk to me, I’ll be your lover sky
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| Hard to me, I’m not the Zion
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| Save me, exhale the smoke of denial
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| Most of this true love
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| Put your number in my phone
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| Put your number in my phone
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| I hope to get sometime alone
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| I wanna get to know you more, baby
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| Put your number in my phone
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| If I could get some time alone
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| Talk to me, it’s now or never, baby
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| Make believe, under the Zion
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| Come for tea, I’ll be your neighbor
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| If you want all this and more
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| Put your number in my phone
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| Put your number in my phone
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| I hope to get sometime alone
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| I wanna get to know you more, baby
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| Put your number in my phone
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| If I could get sometime alone |