Song by Peter Gabriel<br /><br>
The time I like is the rush hour, cos I like the rush<br>
The pushing of the people - I like it all so much<br>
Such a mass of motion - do not know where it goes<br>
I move with the movement and ... I have the touch<br>
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I'm waiting for ignition, I'm looking for a spark<br>
Any chance collision and I light up in the dark<br>
There you stand before me, all that fur and all that hair<br>
Oh, do I dare ... I have the touch<br>
<br>
Wanting contact<br>
I'm wanting contact<br>
I'm wanting contact with you<br>
Shake those hands, shake those hands<br>
Give me the thing I understand<br>
Shake those hands, shake those hands<br>
Shake those hands, shake those hands<br>
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Any social occasion, it's hello, how do you do<br>
All those introductions, I never miss my cue<br>
So before a question, so before a doubt<br>
My hand moves out and ... I have the touch<br>
<br>
Wanting contact<br>
I'm wanting contact<br>
I'm wanting contact with you<br>
Shake those hands, shake those hands<br>
Give me the thing I understand<br>
Shake those hands, shake those hands<br>
<br>
Pull my chin, stroke my hair, scratch my nose, hug my knees<br>
Try drink, food, cigarette, tension will not ease<br>
I tap my fingers, fold my arms, breathe in deep, cross my legs<br>
Shrug my shoulders, stretch my back - but nothing seems <br>
to please<br>
<br>
I need contact<br>
I need contact<br>
Nothing seems to please<br>
I need contact<br>
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