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The night is like a lovely tune |
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Beware my foolish heart |
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How white the ever constant moon |
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Take care my foolish heart. |
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There's a line between love and fascination |
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That's so hard to see on an evening such as this |
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For they give the very same sensation |
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When you are lost in the passion of a kiss. |
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For your lips are much too close to mine |
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Beware my foolish heart |
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But should our eager lips combine |
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Then let the fire start. |
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For this time it isn't fascination |
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Or a dream that will fade and fall apart |
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It's love this time it's love my foolish heart. |
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There's a line between love and fascination |
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That's so hard to see on an evening such as this |
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For they give the very same sensation |
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When you are lost in the passion of a kiss oh yeah. |
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Your lips are much too close to mine |
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Beware my foolish heart |
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But should our eager lips combine |
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Then let the fire start. |
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For this time it isn't fascination |
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Or a dream that will fade and fall apart |
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It's love this time it's love my foolish heart |
