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Magic Touch
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To break out and run from the devil's deep clutch. All that you need, it's the finest hour, Is to believe in the magic touch. Love steals you far away. A thief in the night, Love takes your breath away. Love is a gift and to take you so much, You need the blue night to discover Only true lovers have the magic touch. When you're under the spell and it takes control. Everything 'round you just falls in place, And all that you touch seems to turn to gold. Love steals you far away. A thief in the night, Love takes your breath away. Magic, magic, magic, magic. So break out and run from the devil's deep clutch. All that you need, it's the finest hour, Is to believe in the magic touch. Magic, magic, magic. It's magic. It's magic. It's magic. It's magic. It's magic. It's magic. It's magic. It's magic. It's magic. It's magic. |