| And the pounding becomes a thousand drums
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| Day in, day out, the same old voodoo follows me about
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| The same old pounding in my heart whenever I think of you
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| And darling, I think of you, day in and day out
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| Day out, day in, I needn’t tell you how my days begin
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| When I awake, I awake with a tingle, one possibility
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| I awake with a tingle, one possibility in view
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| I awake with a tingle, one possibility in view
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| Possibility of maybe seeing you
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| Come rain, come shine, I meet you and to me the day is fine
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| Then I kiss your lips and the pounding becomes
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| The ocean’s roar, a thousand drums
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| Can’t you see it’s love? |
| Can there be any doubt?
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| When there it is day in, day out
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| Come rain, come shine, I meet you and to me the day is fine
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| Then I kiss your lips and the pounding becomes
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| The ocean’s roar, a thousand drums
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| Can’t you see it’s love? |
| Can there be any doubt?
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| When there it is day in, day out
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| Then I kiss your lips and the pounding becomes
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| The ocean’s roar, a thousand drums
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| Can’t you see it’s love? |
| Can there be any doubt?
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| When there it is day in, day out |