And you could also call it trouble.
Because you're gonna make me, make me love you. Nothing at all, nothing that I do.The promise I made, promise I made, oh is starting to fade, starting to fade.I got my hands all ready to touch your soul.I'm gonna get the energy to wind me close to you.Got my eyes on the prize I see, are you watching me baby?Nothing at all, nothing that I can do.The promise I made is starting to fade.Just started to fade.Oh.
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