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

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