| I don’t lie awake at night
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| And wonder what it would be like
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| To be with you
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| No I don’t, I don’t wake at night
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| Wondering who
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| Is at this moment holding you
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| And anyway, why should I care
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| Whose arm it is beneath your hair,
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| So I don’t ever wonder who
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| Or think that I am so insane
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| To think that maybe sometimes
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| You don’t wonder the same
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| Though when you call me up
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| With nothing much to say
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| Gets me thinking
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| That I can’t even tell my friends —
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| It’s you on which my mood depends
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| I think that they’d be so amazed
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| They wouldn’t talk to me for days
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| So I don’t ever tell my friends
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| No, I wouldn’t claim to have the right
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| To ask to be with you tonight
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| To see you naked like in my dreams
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| And then to hold your breath and to kiss your cheek
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| I don’t lie awake at night
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| And I don’t wonder what it would be like
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| To be with you
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| Maybe sometimes
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| When I’m dreaming and I see you
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| Maybe sometimes
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| You’re standing there — arm in arm with someone new
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| Maybe sometimes
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| Well I try to stop myself from dreaming
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| Maybe sometimes
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| I just don’t know what to do
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| When I think of you
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| I can’t sleep at night
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| I don’t lie awake at night |