| The night is like a lovely tune
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| Beware, my foolish heart
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| So white the ever-constant moon
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| Take care, my foolish heart
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| There’s a line between love and fascination
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| It’s hard to see on an evening such as this
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| For they both give the very same sensation
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| When you’re lost in the magic of a kiss
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| Your lips are much too close to mine
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| Beware, my foolish heart
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| But should our eager lips combine
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| Then let the fires start
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| For this time it isn’t fascination
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| Or a dream that will fade and fall apart
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| It’s love
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| This time it’s love, my foolish heart
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| There’s a line between love and fascination
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| It’s hard to see on an evening such as this
|
| For they both give the very same sensation
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| When you’re lost in the magic of a kiss
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| Your lips are much too close to mine
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| Beware, my foolish heart
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| But should our eager lips combine
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| Then let the fires start
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| For this time it isn’t fascination
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| Or a dream that will fade and fall apart
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| It’s love
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| This time it’s love, my foolish heart |