| Do what you did yesterday, go on repeating
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| 'Cos my heart’s only on fire when you are the teacher
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| You take the torch and I, follow the leader
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| You’d be my master and I’ll be your fever
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| You told me your past was taken by thieves
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| Since then you’ve been running in search of reliefs
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| You don’t know when it’s coming, I don’t know either
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| You’d be my master and I’ll be your fever
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| The angels are singing, words written for you
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| Trumpets are telling of your beauty and truth
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| But you’ve been working it out for yourself like some over-achiever
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| So just be my master and I’ll be your fever
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| But you knew this is all I need, no more or no less
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| Your highness I bow to thee and to thee this I confess
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| I was lost in a forest but now I’m a believer
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| So you’d be my master and I’ll be your fever
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| So do what you did yesterday go on repeating
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| 'Cos my heart’s only on fire when you are the teacher
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| You take the torch and I, follow the leader
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| You’d be my master and I’ll be your fever
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| You’d be my master and I’ll be your fever
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| You’d be my master and I’ll be your fever |