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I almost dialed your number |
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When I thought the coast was clear |
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'Cause it's looked up for so long at me |
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And said "Call me please." |
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But the place was closing |
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And the counter girl turned the sign |
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The cooks were getting their coats and I got mine |
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And said "Goodnight" to the sea of empty seats. |
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And if I am a sailor |
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You are the warm gulf wind |
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And you've blow into this little port |
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And roused my dreams again. |
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I see my mouth moving when I talk to you |
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I do |
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I see my lips and I feel like a kid |
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Who can't keep something hid. |
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'Cause I've been under the paper |
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you were writin' on |
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You left your impression on after you'd gone |
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marks only I can see |
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And if I am a sailor |
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You are the warm gulf wind |
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And you've blow into this little port |
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And roused my dreams again. |
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When we say sometime later |
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You know that we don't say when |
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You have blown into this little port |
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And roused my dreams again. |
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I almost dialed your number |
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When I thought the coast was clear |
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'Cause it's looked up for so long at me |
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And said "Call me please." |
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And if I am a sailor |
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You are the warm gulf wind |
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And you've blow into this little port |
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And roused my dreams again. |
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When we say sometime later |
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You know that we don't say when |
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You have blown into this little port |
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And roused my dreams again. |
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Roused my dreams |
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Sailor to wind |
