| I feel the trembling tingle of a sleepless night
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| Creep through my fingers and the moon is bright
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| Beams of blue come flickering through my window pane
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| Like gypsy moths that dance around a candle flame
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| And I wonder if you know
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| That I never understood
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| That although you said you’d go
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| Until you did I never thought you would
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| Moonlight used to bathe the contours of your face
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| While chestnut hair fell all around the pillow case
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| The fragrance of your body rests beneath my head
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| A sympathy bouquet left with the love that’s dead
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| And I wonder if you know
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| That I never understood
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| That although you said you’d go
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| Until you did I never thought you would
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| Never thought the words you said were true
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| Never thought you said just what you meant
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| Never knew how much I needed you
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| Never thought you’d leave until you went
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| Morning comes and morning goes with no regret
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| And evening brings the memories I can’t forget
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| Empty rooms that echo as I climb the stairs
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| And empty clothes that drape and fall on empty chairs
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| And I wonder if you know
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| That I never understood
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| That although you said you’d go
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| Until you did I never thought you would |