| The dark eyed, brown haired lover
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| From hard time Isreal
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| Is looking for a soul to take over
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| She’s looking for some love to sell
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| The speed that we go is faster
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| Than anything in soul and mind
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| She’s trained to touch your body, baby
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| She’s trained to blow your fuckin' mind
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| But you seem to hold on
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| Hold on
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| Hold on
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| Hold on to your love
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| Making love is just a fairy tale
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| And all she ever wanted was to be herself
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| Oh yeah
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| Woa yeah
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| What, what, what is good for me
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| Is good for her
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| Is good for us in time
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| Tame the transcendental meditation
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| Oh, why
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| Something in my mind is trying to tell me;
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| «No it’s not the way it’s supposed to be
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| If you want her, you’re doomed. |
| "
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| But you say
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| Hold on
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| Hold on
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| Hold on to your love
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| Baby, baby
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| 'Cause making love is just a fairy tale
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| And all she ever wanted was to be herself
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| Oah ho
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| Oooa, we got them babies makin' babies
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| And it’s not too good a time
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| For your love, baby
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| For your love
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| Oa-ha
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| The dark eyed, brown haired lover
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| From hard time Isreal
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| Looking for a soul to take over
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| Looking for some love to sell
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| The speed that we go is faster
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| Than anything in soul and mind
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| Trained to touch your body, baby
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| Trained to blow your fuckin' mind
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| But you say
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| Hold on
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| Hold on
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| I say hold on
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| I say hold on
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| Hold on baby
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| To your love, baby
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| Oa-ho
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| Making love is just a fairy tale
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| And I say that all you ever wanted was to be yourself
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| Woa yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah-ah
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| She’s your lover, baby
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| She’s your lover
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| She’s your lover, baby
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| Lover
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| Lover
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| Lover
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| Aaahh |