| I look at you and I say to myself
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| «What more could I want if I had you?»
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| But I wouldn’t dare to speak it out loud;
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| I stand and I stare, my head in a cloud
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| «What chance would I have, why let the fire start?»
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| I long to know the thrill of your sweet embrace;
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| Yet when we’re face to face, I just look at you
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| (Instrumental interlude and pick up at *.)
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| I look at you and I say to my heart
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| «What chance would I have, why let the fire start?»
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| I long to know the thrill of your sweet embrace;
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| Yet when we’re face to face, I just look at you |