| Light a roman candle with me.
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| Just a roman candle, you can wear your sandals
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| and I’ll pour you just one cup of tea.
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| Then you can go and rest
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| you haven’t seen my best, so…
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| Just spend an evening with me.
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| Just a lazy evening, then you could be leaving
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| or we could stay and talk until three.
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| I will think it’s magic and I’ll hope you’ll agree, so…
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| Light a roman candle with me.
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| Just a roman candle.
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| Just a perfect apple.
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| If we were honest and both wrote a sonnet together
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| a sandwich with everything on it,
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| at least we would know that the sparks didn’t glow
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| but we owe it to ourselves to try,
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| so we aim and ignite!
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| So often I call and I plead with you:
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| «Give me a chance!»
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| It’s not that often that I understand
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| the ins and the outs of what’s wrong and what’s right.
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| So don’t think of tomorrow night.
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| Oh, I know, it goes on, it gets old
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| But for now we’re young, we smell good, we’re alone…
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| You look for a legend,
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| I’m looking for common ground.
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| Your heart isn’t breaking,
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| and mine isn’t making a sound.
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| Oh I know, it goes on, it gets old
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| Oh I know, it goes on, it gets old…
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| Light a roman candle with me.
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| Just a roman candle.
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| Just a perfect apple. |