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Reba Mcentire Feel The Fire

I must make up my mind today What to have what to hold A poor man's roses Or a rich man's gold One's as wealthy as a king in a palace Though he's calice

Oh, I'm feeling so fine and you're looking so good And I'd like to get together Oh Lord, I wish we could But there's someone at home Who's depending

Aren't you tired of looking For love you never find Aren't you tired of playing games With 20/20 vision How is your heart so blind It's all you wanted

are like mountains That hide you from me And it's all a part of a dream I've been your long distance lover For far too long Can't hold on to feelings

by the season Swept clean by the ? rain Surveyed by every bluebird And kissed by the falling rain When you think there's no bright tomorrow And you feel