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LA FETE You throw your arms around my neck before I'm gone or when I'm back And every day and every night you are there to hold me tight You hold me You hold on me so tight Come, baby, come and hold me tight In your arms I'm quite alright but in my head there is a bug - Is there life beyond your hug? You hold me You grip on me so tight Return to table of contents |
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