| Hold onto me please
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| Don’t you let go of me
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| Come on over
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| Roll on over
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| I just need to feel you breathe
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| Hold onto me please
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| Don’t you let go of me
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| Think it over
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| Roll on over
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| I just need to feel you breathe…
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| Into my head is out of my mind
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| Then I become a day behind
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| And I can’t help but wonder why that some days are the very worst case
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| When I cannot believe that I’m living this way
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| Kismet tell me its okay and I’ll guess it’s just a twist of the fate
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| There’s a tiny dancer in my bed
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| And she never has too much to say
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| She reminds me of the Danse Russe
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| When my emotions are wounded
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| Her motions and movements chase the ghosts from me
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| Hold on to me please
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| Don’t you let go of me
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| Come on over
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| Roll on over
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| I just need to feel you breathe
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| Hold on to me please
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| Don’t you let go of me
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| Come on over
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| Think it over
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| I just need to feel you…
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| Quietly while you sleep
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| Whispering the sweetest things
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| Close those eyes and start the dream
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| Cause all of this is what you mean to me
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| Come over and I’ll show you
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| Shamrocks are an eight-leaf clover
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| Won’t you reach up and touch my shoulder
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| And sing to me heavenly
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| Yes, sing for the life of me
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| About a tiny dancer in my bed
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| And she never has too much to say
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| She reminds me of the Danse Russe
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| When my emotions are wounded
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| Her motions and movements chase the ghosts from me
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| Cause there’s a tiny dancer in my bed
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| And she never has too much to say
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| She reminds me of the Danse Russe
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| When my emotions are wounded
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| Her motions and movements …
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| Won’t you chase my ghost from me…
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| So much emotion, so much in motion
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| Chase this ghost for me |