| Used to lie awake
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| Frightened of the dark
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| Used to count the ghosts 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 different kind of story
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| And through my sleep, 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, your love is the richest
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| I’m not superstitious, 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 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 before the dream had settled
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| And through my 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
|
| Don’t make me feel a fool
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| I’m not superstitious, your love is the richest
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| I’m not superstitious, this could be the special one
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| I want your love
|
| I need your love
|
| 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, your love is the richest
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| I’m not superstitious, this could be the special one |