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And the moon is |
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hidden tonight, |
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By a swab of cotton |
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sodden with light. |
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(Take me home) |
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And this is our street corner |
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Where no-one else has kissed-goodnight |
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(No-one else) |
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And this is sacred ground |
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Whenever you're around. |
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Take me home |
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I want you. |
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There'll be no postponing |
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Any of our emotions tonight. |
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I fell asleep with the phone in my hand |
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You're getting accustomed to a fallible man. |
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(Take my home) |
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Some gentlemen prefer brunettes |
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But that's an arbitrary turn of events. |
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(Take me home) |
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I know you're gonna leave |
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So grant me my reprieve! |
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Take me home |
