VERSE:
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When troubles get me, cares beset me
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And won't let me go,
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I turn to you for consolation.
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There I find new peace of mind;
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To leave behind my woe
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I turn to you as I shall always do.
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CHORUS:
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The touch of your lips upon my brow,
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Your lips that are cool and sweet,
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Such tenderness lies in their soft caress,
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My heart forgets to beat.
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*The touch of your hands upon my head,
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The love in your eyes a-shine,
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And now, at last, that moment divine,
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The touch of your lips on mine.
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(Instrumental interlude and pick up at *.)
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*The touch of your hands upon my head,
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The love in your eyes a-shine,
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And now, at last, that moment divine,
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The touch of your lips on mine.
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The Touch of Your Lips
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| Nat King Cole |
