Ark - Patchouli
Iôve got sunshine in the palms of my hands
Generating slowly
into somekind of a wave of a trance
Iôm reancting madly
If I was home
I wouldnôt be late to tell you
ôCause sure I would like to burn
But if Iôm gonna burn
Then it must be fire
Bit now it burns, burns, burns, burns
So it must be fire
But tell melove
ainôt this desire
I canôt tell love from desire
But it sure feels good!
Must be something in the air that I breathe
That affects me wildly
and to put it as it makes my blood seethe
Is to express it mildly
Oh no, oh no!
I wouldnôt dream of dreaming that dream....
ôCause sure I would like to burn
But if Iôm gonna burn
Then it must be fire
but now it burns, burns, burns, burns
so it must be fire
But tell me love
ainôt this desire
i canôt tell love from desire
But it sure feels good!
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