every time we touch you move - you have different eyes
for each time your heart arrives
for each time your heart arrives
if this was a new land darling, you'd be the find
i wanted to keep you close; to make you mine
wherever you go - all the different places you know
whatever you hear - all the things your restless spirit needed to hear
it's a different heat
to all the other things that you meet
so don't close the door...
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