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Used to lie awake |
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Frightened of the dark |
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Used to count the ghosts |
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Out in the hallway |
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Childhood fancies flee |
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And we learn to trust the night |
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But I'm haunted by a |
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Different kind of story. |
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And through me sleep, |
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You're shining, filling my eyes |
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I want your love |
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I need your love |
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I'm holding on |
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Getting tangled up so badly |
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You're giving me such a time |
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Don't play the game |
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Don't make me feel a fool. |
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I'm not superstitious, |
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Your love is the richest |
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I'm not superstitious, |
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This could be the special one. |
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April swept the streets |
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Pools of rain |
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She was borne away |
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Upon a silver steamer |
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Then, one afternoon |
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Someone ushered Summer in |
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I was forced to make a choice |
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Before the dream had settled |
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And now you stand your beauty |
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Filling my eyes. |
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I want your love |
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I need your love |
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I'm holding on |
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Getting tangled up so badly |
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You're giving me such a time |
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Don't play the game |
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Don't make me feel a fool. |
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I'm not superstitious, |
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Your love is the richest |
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I'm suspicious, |
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This could be the special one. |
