| Guitar plays softer
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| can anyone hear
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| only she has to understand
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| she alone must know
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| that I'm talking about love
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| the crickets in the wheat sing
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| and a sparrow on the branch
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| no one sleeps tonight
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| not even her at this time
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| squeezes the pillow and sighs
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| the moon is still in the sky
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| the firefly on the apple tree
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| my guitar plays softer
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| even if she is unsure of her hand
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| he plays guitar that the hour
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| the time to give her all the good I have in my heart
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| to say goodbye forever or to forgive
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| and love her as someone else does not know how to do
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| time to breathe a little bit of pure air
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| a meadow is green when it's spring
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| the sun is hot and then it goes down in the evening
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| for us the night smells like hay
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| I sleep on your breast
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| god how his heart beats
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| people dream at this time
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| sleep guitar that time
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| the time to give her all the good I have in my heart
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| to say goodbye forever or to forgive
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| and love her as someone else does not know how to do
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| time to breathe a little bit of pure air
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| a meadow is green when it's spring
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| the sun is hot and then it goes down in the evening
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| the time to give her all the good I have in my heart
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| to say goodbye forever or to forgive
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| and love her as someone else does not know how to do
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| time to breathe a little bit of pure air
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| a meadow is green when it's spring
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| the sun is hot and then it goes down in the evening |