by Walter Egan and Ed Berghoff
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I can't sleep for wanting you, but I don't miss my dreams,
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This feeling is so brand new, don't know what I should do
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Want to go to extremes.
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I don't know what time it is, I don't know my name,
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I don't know a thing about this, but I just can't resist,
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Like a moth to the flame.
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Wanting you makes me feel alive
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All I know is wanting you,
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Every time I close my eyes all there is is wanting you
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Wanting you wanting you wanting you wanting you
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I don't know what's wrong or right, or what hell I'll pay,
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I'm playing with dynamite, is this love at first sight
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Or a fool's holiday.
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Alone in the dark in bed, I'm restless as sin,
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The thoughts running through my head, all those things that you said,
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Again and againˇ¦
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Chorus
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I fall for your grey green eyes, the smell of your hair,
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My heart knows no compromise, it just does or it dies,
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Like it just doesn't care.
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Chorus
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Wanting You
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| Walter Egan |
