Hungry as a fire, waiting for the flicker, waiting for the black hook, slow burn of love. Sitting in an armchair, lovers in a cold war, brittle as a brick wall, oh... But I want you with all of my might. 'Cause I think we can make this thing right. Baby, Give me your heart, the touch of your hand, the sound of your voice and I will be victorious. Hold on to me, like I hold on to you. Make it come true, and I will be victorious. You were such a stranger, lying there beside me, moving like a river, oh... I was so afraid that I was gonna lose you, that I could never have you here in my arms. But I want you with all of my might, 'Cause I think we can make this thing right. Give me your heart, the touch of your hand, the sound of your voice and I will be victorious. Hold on to me, like I hold on to you. Make it come true, and I will be victorious.
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