| It’s the truth, or so they say
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| Who holds her hand, holds her heart
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| She’s old enough to play fast and loose
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| In a schoolgirl kind of way
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| But this teenage heart’s driving me insane
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| The moment that we touch will ease my pain
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| Who holds her hand, holds her heart
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| So they say
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| Finding words, finding the nerve
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| But never finding her alone
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| My heart’s like sand she holds in her hands
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| One look, one smile, and I’d be there
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| But this teenage heart’s driving me insane
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| The moment that we touch will ease my pain
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| Who holds her hand, holds her heart
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| So they say
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| Say what she said, «Is she going out?
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| Or is it me she’ll see tonight?
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| Tell me the truth, I’m man enough
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| Well, in a schoolboy kind of way
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| But this teenage heart’s driving me insane
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| The moment that we touch will ease my pain
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| Who holds her hand, holds her heart
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| So they say |