| Won’t do no fortune telling, no writing on my palms
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| Am I a ghost in your cemetery or am I painted on your wall?
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| Painted on your wall
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| I forgive your transgressions for I know you are blind
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| Stuck in you neighborhood and I am turning on a dime
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| Turning on a dime
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| I wanna hold ya
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| I wanna love ya
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| I wanna kiss ya
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| I wanna love ya
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| But you gotta reach out
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| Put your hands out
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| And I will be there
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| Oh, I will be there
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| I see you in the rivers, I see you in the hills
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| The lakes, they turn to ocean
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| And the ocean turns to rain
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| Oh, it turns to rain
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| I wanna hold ya
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| I wanna love ya
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| I wanna kiss ya
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| I wanna love ya
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| But you gotta reach out
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| Put your hands out
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| And I will be there
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| Oh, I will be there
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| Oh, I want to hold ya
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| I wanna look into your eyes and tell you that I need ya
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| I wanna hold ya
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| I wanna love ya
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| I wanna kiss ya
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| I wanna love ya
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| But you gotta reach out
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| Put your hands out
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| And I will be there
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| Oh, I will be there
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| Oh, I wanna hold ya
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| I wanna love ya
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| Wanna kiss ya
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| Wanna love ya
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| But you gotta reach out
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| Put your hands out
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| And I will be there
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| Oh, I will be there
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| (Wanna hold ya, wanna love ya)
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| (Wanna kiss ya, wanna love ya)
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| (I will be there, I will be there) |