| Well I love your little smile, everytime makes me wild
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| I’m just a beliver, I belive in you and me
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| Here we walking hand in hand in a Bernadotte land
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| Words sure come esay, carried by the breeze in July
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| And I don’t mind a little rain, helps me to find words to explain
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| CHORUS:
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| Love is a temple, step into my dome
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| House full of candels, make it your home
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| My gates are wide open, a fine praying time
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| Stay with me baby, let me hold you for a while
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| Holy water from my eyes, coloured by the evening light
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| Act of love and innocence, hope it never ends
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| And I don’t mind a little rain, helps me to find words to explain
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| CHORUS
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| Hope you like it here, my Southern heights
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| Hear the good and bad, the story of my life
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| You can stay or you can rise
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| Love is a temple make it your home.
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| Love is a temple, step into my dome
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| House full of candels, make it your home
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| My gates are wide open, a fine praying time
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| Stay with me baby, let me hold you
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| Love is a temple, step into my dome
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| House full of candels, make it your home
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| My gates are wide open, a fine praying time
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| Stay with me baby, let me hold you for a while |