| The way you move when we touched
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| Is like fire in my arm, baby
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| And when we kiss with our lips touched
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| It makes me crazy, deep inside
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| When we hold, like we hold
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| It seem forever and a day since I was
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| But Jesus loves the way you walk
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| And Jesus loves the way you talk
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| The way you walked into the room
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| It’s electric, so refined
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| When you laugh, it’s hard, to me
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| Than I could ever give to you
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| When we see all we can
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| We are defined without sign
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| But Jesus loves the way you walk
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| And Jesus loves the way you talk
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| But Jesus loves the way you walk
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| And Jesus loves the way you talk
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| When I die, it’s not forever
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| When I’m gone you won’t remember, remember
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| But Jesus loves the way you walk
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| Jesus loves the way you talk, yeah
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| But Jesus loves the way you walk
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| Jesus loves the way you talk |