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Well, I know it's getting kinda late |
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I guess I should turn out the light and bide my time |
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Tomorrow eight o'clock, you said, would be just fine |
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But tomorrow's so far away |
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And only you can make this brain shut down |
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Oh, won't you come around? |
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Now, I think I'm getting much too fond |
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I know you got a lot of stuff going on |
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You got your rules and you need your beauty sleep as well |
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But time moves like glue |
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And in my head it's you I'm always talking to |
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I've been found! Oh, won't you come around |
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With your long hair down? |
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Won't you come around? |
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Well, I don't want to move too fast |
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I'm hoping this is gonna last?the way you smile |
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When you catch me coming makes me ten foot high |
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No I don't want to rush you now |
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But maybe tonight you can break your rule somehow |
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Oh, won't you come around |
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With your long hair down? |
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Won't you come around? |
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And shut my thiking down? |
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Oh, won't you come around? |
