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Malibu Storm

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    I'm outta luck, outta love.
    Gotta photograph, picture of.
    Passion killer, you're too much.
    You're the only one i wanna touch.
    I see your face every time i dream;
    In every page of a magazine.

    So wild an' free; so far from me:
    You're all i want, my fantasy.
    Oh, oh, look what you've done to this crowd.
    Oh, oh, look what you've done.
    I gotta have you:
    (photograph.) i don't want your:
    (photograph.) i don't need your:
    (photograph.)
    All i've got is a photograph.

    I'd be your lover, if you were there.
    Put your hurt on me, if you dare.
    Someone, you got style,
    You make everyone feel like a child.
    Oh, you got some kinda hold on me.
    You're all wrapped up in mystery. (mystery.)

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    So wild an' free; so far from me:
    You're all i want, my fantasy.
    Oh, oh, look what you've done to this crowd.
    Oh, oh, look what you've done.
    I gotta have you:
    (photograph.) i don't want your:
    (photograph.) i don't need your:
    (photograph.)
    All i've got is a photograph.

    I'm not in in love.
    I'm not attached: (photograph.)
    You're only one. (photograph.)
    I'm not attached.

    (photograph.)
    (photograph.)
    (photograph.)

    Song details

    Composition: Robert John Mutt Lange, Stephen Clark, Peter Willis, and Richard Savage

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