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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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So hard to see on an evening such as this |
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For they both give the very same sensation |
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When you're lost in the magic of a kiss |
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His lips are much to close to mine |
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Take care, my foolish heart |
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But should our eager lips combine |
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Then let the fires 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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This time it's love |
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This time it's love, my foolish heart |
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For this time it isn't fascination |
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Nor a dream that will fade and fall apart |
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This time it's love |
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This time it's love, my foolish heart |
