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Turn Around and Run Away
Can't you tell
That I can dance
With you by my side?
Turn around
And run away
At least you'll always know
That I'll either follow you
Or stay right here waiting
Look at me
Just look at what you've done
Don't you know
That I'm alive
Put your hand on my heart
Because it's beating
Brush your fingers across my cheeks
Can't you feel the warmth
That's turning red there
When you look in my eyes?
Your eyelashes cast shadows
Over my soul
And your lips bring it out
Into my palms to share with yours
Your hands can find mine
And bind us like a promise
Because that's when I feel
Like we put the stars in each other's eyes
Look at me
Just look at what you've done
Don't you know
That I'm alive
Put your hand on my heart
Because it's beating
Brush your fingers across my cheeks
Can't you feel the warmth
That's turning red there
When you look in my eyes?
Can't you tell
That I can dance
With you by my side?
Your hands can find mine
And bind us like a promise
Don't you know
That I'm alive
Your eyelashes cast shadows
Over my soul
Put your hand on my heart
Because that's when I feel
Like we put the stars in each other's eyes
Look at me
Just look at what you've done
Don't you know
That I'm alive
Put your hand on my heart
Because it's beating
Brush your fingers across my cheeks
Can't you feel the warmth
That's turning red there
When you look in my eyes?
Turn around
And run away
At least you'll always know
That I'll either follow you
Or stay right here waiting
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