| Oh, I feel overjoyed
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| When you listen to my words
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| I see them sinking in
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| Oh, I see them crawling underneath your skin
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| Words are all we have
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| We’ll be talking, we’ll be talking
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| These words are all we have
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| We’ll be talking
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| And I hear you calling in the dead of night
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| Oh, I hear you calling in the dead of night
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| You lean towards despair
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| Any given opportunity you’re there
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| But what is there to gain
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| When you’re always falling off the fence that way?
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| Words are all we have
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| We’ll be talking, we’ll be talking
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| These words are all we have
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| We’ll be talking
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| And I hear you calling in the dead of night
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| Oh, I hear you calling in the dead of night
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| Oh, I hear you calling in the dead of night
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| Oh, I hear you calling in the dead of night
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh, ah
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh, ah…
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| And I hear you calling in the dead of night
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| Oh, I hear you calling in the dead of night
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| Oh, I hear you calling in the dead of night
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| Oh, I hear you calling in the dead of night
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| Oh, I feel overjoyed
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| When you listen to my words… |