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SINGER: Ark
SONG:Patchouli
Iīve got sunshine in the palms of my hands Generating slowly Into somekind of a wave of a trance Iīm reancting madly If i was home I wouldnīt be late to tell you
īcause sure i would like to burn But if iīm gonna burn Then it must be fire Bit now it burns, burns, burns, burns So it must be fire But tell melove Ainīt this desire I canīt tell love from desire But it sure feels good!
Must be something in the air that i breathe That affects me wildly And to put it as it makes my blood seethe Is to express it mildly Oh no, oh no! I wouldnīt dream of dreaming that dream....
īcause sure i would like to burn But if iīm gonna burn Then it must be fire But now it burns, burns, burns, burns So it must be fire But tell me love Ainīt this desire I canīt tell love from desire But it sure feels good!
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