| Candles burning
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| Glasses are chilled
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| And soon, she’ll be by
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| Hope and pray she’ll say that she’s willing
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| To give us another try
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| And if all these plans i made
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| Don’t melt the lady’s heart
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| I’ll put on the old forty-fives
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| And maybe the old songs
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| Will bring back the old times
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| Maybe the old lines will sound new
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| Maybe she’ll lay her head on my shoulder
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| Maybe old feelings will some through
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| Maybe we’ll start to cry
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| And wonder why, we ever walked away
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| Maybe the old songs
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| Will bring back the old times
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| And make her want to stay, oh oh
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| It’s been too long without
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| Seeing her face light up
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| When I come home
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| Been to many hours I’ve waited
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| Staring at the phone
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| Sweet old songs I’m counting on you
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| Bring her back to me
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| I’m tired of listening alone
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| Maybe the old songs
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| Will bring back the old times
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| Maybe the old lines will sound new
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| Maybe she’ll lay her head on my shoulder
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| Maybe old feelings will some through
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| Maybe we’ll start to cry
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| And wonder why, we ever walked away
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| Maybe the old songs
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| Will bring back the old times
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| And make her want to stay, oh oh
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| And make her want to stay |