As he came into the window
It was the sound of a crescendo
Then every head turned with eyes that dreamed of being the one
Who will dance on the floor in the round
It was the sound of a crescendo
Then every head turned with eyes that dreamed of being the one
Who will dance on the floor in the round

"...I think I told you, I'm a lover not a fighter."



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