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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