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Lyrics for 'Victorious' by 'Chicago'
Hungry As A Fire,
Waiting For The Flicker,
Waiting For The Black Hook,
Slow Burn Of Love.
Sitting In An Armchair,
Lovers In A Cold War,
Brittle As A Brick Wall, Oh...
But I Want You With All Of My Might.
'cause I Think We Can Make This Thing Right. Baby,
Give Me Your Heart,
The Touch Of Your Hand,
The Sound Of Your Voice
And I Will Be Victorious.
Hold On To Me,
Like I Hold On To You.
Make It Come True,
And I Will Be Victorious.
You Were Such A Stranger,
Lying There Beside Me,
Moving Like A River, Oh...
I Was So Afraid That
I Was Gonna Lose You,
That I Could Never Have You
Here In My Arms.
But I Want You With All Of My Might,
'cause I Think We Can Make This Thing Right.
Give Me Your Heart,
The Touch Of Your Hand,
The Sound Of Your Voice
And I Will Be Victorious.
Hold On To Me,
Like I Hold On To You.
Make It Come True,
And I Will Be Victorious.
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