| To touch to feel to hold you
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| to touch to feel to hold you
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| When I think on an April morning
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| I remember your smile
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| and when I look at the sun
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| I see your eyes.
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| I hear the sound of your voice inside me
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| it’s like the lot of the moon.
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| The wind still care
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| is the sound of your perview
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| to touch to feel to hold you
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| and make you see
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| to touche to feel to hold you
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| you are everything to me
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| They are nights when we’re still together
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| nights of plesure of pain
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| when I wake up to find
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| it’s just a dream
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| to touch to feel to hold you
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| and make you see
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| to touche to feel to hold you
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| you are everything to me
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| Yeah
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| Have I ever defeat your silance?
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| Is there nothing to say?
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| Am I changing a rainbow far away?
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| To touch to feel to hold you
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| and do you see
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| To touch to feel to hold you
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| you are everything to me
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| To touch to feel to hold you To touch to feel to hold you
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| To touch to feel to hold you
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| to see the sunlight in your eyes
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| To touch to feel to hold you
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| To touch to feel to hold you
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| to hold close and make you smile
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| To touch to feel to hold you
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| you are everything to me
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| To touch to feel to hold you
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| makes me think on an april morning
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| To touch to feel to hold you
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| I remember your smile
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| To touch to feel to hold you
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| to hear the sound of your vioce inside me
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| To touch to feel to hold you |