I should have my head examined I finally found the difference between
Your eyes, your ears, your mouth, your nose Your arms, your legs, your heart, your soul Touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me My body craves your touch
So close and yet so far from you I'm sitting at the back of the bus Your rear view mirror eyes
Your eyes, your ears, your mouth, your nose Your arms, your legs, your heart, your soul Touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me My body craves your touch
Nothin' worse than self made misery If Moses truly parted the sea My miracles run weak, yes they do
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