| I made tonight a memory
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| I could walk for miles and miles
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| I left a shadow at her feet
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| I can see her all alone
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| The night itself a reverie
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| I could dream this out for a while
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| I keep her lost in lock and key
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| 'Cause she’s just my kind of style
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| She takes my hand and leads me in It is not over
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| She sets the mood so I begin
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| And I walk over
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| She speaks the word to make me grin
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| Can I please have her
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| We grab a hold to brace the end
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| This is what I am speaking of I made tonight a memory
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| Yeah you took me higher and higher
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| You make it hard for me to leave
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| But I’m coming back to you
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| She takes my hand and leads me in It is not over
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| She sets the mood so I begin
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| And I walk over
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| She speaks the word to make me grin
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| Can I please have her
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| We grab a hold to brace the end
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| This is what I am speaking of I crawl my way back in your head
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| To hear you speak and dream again
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| To touch your lips from deep within
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| A bit like love and hail the wind
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| Across the grave invite the bands
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| Carry well when the world ends
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| Across you lay, I loose you when you’re in my arms
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| Just like the wind
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| It’s not over, over, over
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| It’s not over, over, over
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| She takes my hand and leads me in, It is not over
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| She sets the mood so i begin, and i walk over
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| She speaks the word to make me grin
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| Can I please have her
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| We grab a hold to brace the end
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| This is what I am speaking of I crawl my way back in your head
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| To hear you speak and dream again
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| To touch your lips from deep within
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| A bit like love and hail the wind
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| Across the grave invite the bands
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| Carry well when the world ends
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| Across you lay, I loose you when you’re in my arms
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| Just like the wind
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| (It's not over, over, over)
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| I crawl my way back in your head
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| To hear you speak and dream again
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| (It's not over, over, over)
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| To touch your lips from deep within
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| A bit like love and hail the wind
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| (It's not over, over, over)
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| Across the grave invite the bands
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| Carry well when the world ends
|
| (It's not over, over, over)
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| Across you lay, I loose you when you’re in my arms
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| Just like the wind |