| He loves the dawn
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| But I am the night
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| And I bet he wants
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| Something beautiful, simple and bright
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| But I think too much
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| I love like I’m dying
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| And I come and go like the moon, like the moon
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| My face shows when I’m lying
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| And I may not burn like some
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| I’ll bathe him in silver light
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| And when the sunset comes
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| I’ll be loving him, loving him all through the night
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| There was a time
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| Many in fact
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| They called me sunshine
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| But only my mother knows that
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| A kiss on his shoulder
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| His chest and his hands
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| And he talks so funny
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| So I’d kiss his mouth and be sunshine again, but just for him
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| And I may not burn like some
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| I’ll bathe him in silver light
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| And when the sunset comes
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| I’ll be loving him, loving him all through the night
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| And oh his laughter
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| I still hear it thirty midnights after
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| But I just can’t confess
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| Oh I know I’m in over my head
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| And I know he knows that I know he knows
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| That he is the sun, but I am the moon
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| Hung like a ghost in the sky when it’s day and he’s lighting me too
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| But he is no fool, he’s sees I’m a mess
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| So I’ll blame these unsteady hands on the wine when we dance, nonetheless
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| And I’ll never burn like some
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| But I’ll let him shine so bright
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| He’ll know when morning comes
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| I’ve been loving him, loving him all through the night
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| All through the night, all through the night |