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He'll seem to come on with a vengance, |
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You'll think that you've been wasting time. |
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You'll think that you've been discussing history |
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And he'll have left you far behind. |
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Ah, but you must realize he needs you |
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To keep himself from going blind, |
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And when the black night falls upon you, |
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You'll find it easy to be kind... kind. |
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The stars may shimmer in the black sky, |
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The wind may rustle in the trees. |
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You may be worried he may psych you, |
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You might be praying on your knees. |
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Ah, but when you realize he needs you |
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And when you finally take some time, |
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The cool black night will fall upon you, |
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You'll find it easy to unwind. |
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Hey, the moon may rise on the misty mountain, |
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You'll wish you never made the climb. |
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But when the black night's finally with you, |
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You'll find it easy to be kind, |
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You'll find it easy to unwind, |
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You'll find it easy to be blind. |
