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The touch of your lips next to mineGets me excited, makes me feel fineThe touch of your hand, your sweet helloThe fire inside you when you're holding me closeYour love so warm and tenderThe thrill is so divineIt is all these things that make you mineIf you would leave, I surely would dieWhen you were ten minutes late, I started to cryI've got it bad, it's alrightAs long as you're here every nightYour love so warm and tenderThe thrill is so divineIt is all these things that make you mine
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"All Those Things" as written by Allen Toussaint
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