Too Hot To Handle -
by Paul McCann
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People they ask me why do I feel so high ,
I look them in the eye ,
Here’s the reason why ,
Our love flows like a river .
Our love’s goes on forever .
Our love glows like a candle .
our loves too hot to handle .
Hearts on fire are too hot to handle ,
Hearts on fire are too hot to handle .
People they push and shove ,
can’t rush this thing called love ,
it’s a tender dove held inside a glove .
Our love are heart’s on fire .
Our love’s a burning desire .
Our love’s too precious to gamble ,
Our love’s too hot to handle .
Hearts on fire are too hot to handle ,
Hearts on fire are too hot to handle
There’s a place where people meet .
common ground we seek ,
the bitter and the sweet ,
the strong and the weak .
Our love’s mixed up with Gods laws .
Our love’s mixed up jigsaws ,
Our love are string’s that tangle ,
Our love’s too hot to handle .
Hearts on fire are too hot to handle ,
Hearts on fire are too hot to handle .
This was no mere illusion. Colin Chase Rand, pulled through a magical portal, landed in 1935 where the dust bowl and the Great Depression was destroying lives, and a serial killer was in their midst
Ireland 1945. Florence Kite finds a letter and her whole world crumbles. Marcus Fanning was her real father. But twenty-five years ago, Marcus Fanning vanished off the face of the earth.
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