| I’m lost again and I’m on the run
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| Looking for love in a sad song
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| With your avenger eyes and your catlike ways I can hold you
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| You are a fool for me to be cruel
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| I’m leaning on this bar listening to your sing
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| And your sad song rings in my ear as I start to cry
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| He’s searching, she’s showing
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| See him held in a deep, deep spell
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| He knows she’s glowing
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| I can find within my mind a way to go
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| I can look deep into your light and shout
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| Hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
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| I hear the saxophone and it tears my soul
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| And we’re feeling old, feeling so cold
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| She is the torch and she is the theme
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| She could be a dream, but — oh boy — is she real?
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| Try to avoid her eyes to avoid her words
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| They will hit you with all that you feel
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| He’s searching, she’s showing
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| See him held in a deep, deep spell
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| He knows she’s glowing
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| I can find within my mind a way to go
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| I can look deep into your light and shout
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| Hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me |