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Touch

Brick by brick, up goes the wall, everybody’s building a hideaway

And you will miss the trick when fortune comes to call, if you can’t see the light of day

Bit by bit, down comes the curtain on a cold and empty stage

Here we sit.  One thing’s for certain, nobody’s there to turn the page.

But who will you turn to when you’re uninspired?  Who’ll be the one to make you smile?

And who will you run to when you’re cold and tired?  It’s easy when you walk that extra mile.

 

Chorus:

This could be the start of a better world, where everything is easy ‘cause you don’t want so much

Don’t you wanna be part of a better world where all you have to do is reach on out and touch?

 

One by one, up go the fences to keep that wicked world at bay

And by the time you’re done, your common sense is telling you nobody wants you anyway

No matter where you run, somebody’s waiting, and you can’t hold them off for long

Here comes the sun (hallelujah) and it’s so frustrating when the ones who say they care don’t wanna hear your song.

So who will you turn to when your hands are tied?  Who’ll be the one to set you free?

And who will you run to when you burn inside?  It’s easy, you just turn and run to me.

 

Repeat chorus

 

So who will you turn to when your hands are tied?  Who’ll be the one to set you free?

And who will you run to when you burn inside?  It’s easy: you just turn and run to me.

 

Repeat chorus

 

Touch.  Touch. Reach on out and touch.

Touch.  Touch. Reach on out and touch.

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