| What a perfect night
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| Secrets lights up the sky
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| Like fireflies do
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| There’s nothing but a silky hope
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| That old opiate
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| Between me and you
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| Don’t look now
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| We’re just about there
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| We’re just one little breath away
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| From our affair
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| From our affair
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| Don’t move too fast
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| Don’t run scared
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| We’re just one surrender away
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| From our affair
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| Don’t you feel like
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| You’re coming down with something
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| Some great fancy flu
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| Don’t you feel like you’re
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| Coming down with me
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| And it doesn’t get sicker than you
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| Don’t you feel like this is the really good part
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| Where it’s still up in the air
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| The perfect romance is never
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| Stated or sated, deflated or fair
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| Don’t admit it yet
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| And don’t stop saying your prayers
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| We’re just one little heartbeat away
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| From our affair
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| From our affair
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| There’s a light in my window
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| And a little red ladybug in my hair
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| Just one turn down an empty street
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| Away, away, away
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| From our affair
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| From our affair
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| There’s a white-hot desire
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| Of which I am pleasantly aware
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| Just one more «wait a minute baby»
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| Away, away, away, away
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| From our affair
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| From our affair
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| From our affair |