Album : We Are The Ark
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I've got sunshine in the palms of my hands
Generating slowly
Into somekind of a wave of a trance
Oh, I'm reacting madly
If I was home
I wouldn't be late to tell you

'Cause sure I would like to burn
But if I'm gonna burn
Oh, then it must be fire
Oh, but now it burns, burns, burns, burns
So it must be fire
But tell me love
Ain't this desire
I can't tell love from desire
But it sure feels good

Must be something in the air that I breathe
Oh, that affects me wildly
And to put it as it makes my blood seethe
Is to express it mildly
Oh no, oh no!
I wouldn't dream of dreaming that dream...

'Cause sure I would like to burn
But if I'm gonna burn
Oh, then it must be fire
Oh, but now it burns, burns, burns, burns
So it must be fire
But tell me love
Ain't this desire
I can't tell love from desire
But it sure feels good

Oh, sure I would like to burn
But if I'm gonna burn
Oh, then it must be fire
Oh, but now it burns, burns, burns, burns
So it must be fire
But tell me love
Ain't this desire
I can't tell love from desire
But it sure feels good
I've got sunshine in the palms of my hands   Generating slowly   Into somekind of a wave of a trance   Oh, I'm reacting madly   If I was home   I wouldn't be late to tell you      'Cause sure I would like to burn   But if I'm gonna burn   Oh, then it must be fire   Oh, but now it burns, burns, burns, burns   So it must be fire   But tell me love   Ain't this desire   I can't tell love from desire   But it sure feels good      Must be something in the air that I breathe   Oh, that affects me wildly   And to put it as it makes my blood seethe   Is to express it mildly   Oh no, oh no!   I wouldn't dream of dreaming that dream...      'Cause sure I would like to burn   But if I'm gonna burn   Oh, then it must be fire   Oh, but now it burns, burns, burns, burns   So it must be fire   But tell me love   Ain't this desire   I can't tell love from desire   But it sure feels good      Oh, sure I would like to burn   But if I'm gonna burn   Oh, then it must be fire   Oh, but now it burns, burns, burns, burns   So it must be fire   But tell me love   Ain't this desire   I can't tell love from desire   But it sure feels good
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