1.Patchouli
I've got sunshine in the palms of my hands
Generating slowly into some kind of a wave of a trance
I'm reacting madly
If I was home I wouldn't be late to tell you
'Cause sure I would like to burn
But if I'm gonna burn then it must be fire
But now it burns, burns, burns, burns
So it must be fire but tell me love ain't this desire
I can't tell love from desire but it sure feels good
Must be something in the air
That I breathe that affects me wildly
And to put it as it makes my blood
Seethe is to express it mildly
Oh no, oh no! I wouldn't dream of dreaming that dream
'Cause sure I would like to burn
But if I'm gonna burn then it must be fire
But now it burns, burns, burns, burns
So it must be fire but tell me love ain't this desire
I can't tell love from desire but it sure feels good
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