(Kirsty MacColl/Mark E. Nevin)
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I just know
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Though I can't see
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But I can feel his hands all over me
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His hot breath on me
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I can't resist
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His rope, my wrists
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I never knew there might be days like this
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Dream on he says
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Dream on he says
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Will I be saved
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From these Titanic days
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A violent frenzy
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In a none too cheap hotel
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He says it's hazy
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But I remember it so well
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His arms, his face
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The way my words got twisted out of place
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Dream on he says
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Dream on he always says
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It's sink or swim
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In these Titanic days
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So hot so hungry
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So faretheewell goodbye
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I got so angry
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Now I sit here and sigh
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My love, always
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We should rejoice in these Titanic days
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Dream on he says
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Dream on he says
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Will I be saved
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Will I be saved
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Dream on he says
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Dream on he says
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Do you ever get that sinking feeling?
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Titanic Days
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| Kirsty MacColl |
