| Late at night
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| when the feeling gets to hard to fight
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| he reaches for the phone
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| then stops himself afraid that he may find she’s not alone
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| Late at night
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| she lies awake and holds her pillow tight
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| and cries his name out loud
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| but she would never ever call
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| the Lady’s much to proud
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| two lost and lonely people
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| living apart and belonging together
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| regretting that they let each other go ohhhh
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| two sad and starving people
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| giving up the chance of forever
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| never letting one and other know
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| they still need each other so
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| late at night
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| waiting out the hours till its light
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| they know how wrong they’ve been
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| but both of them are caught up in believing
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| reaching out means giving in
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| so he hopes that he’ll stop hurting
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| and she prays she’ll be alright
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| and they both wait for the morning
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| late at night
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| two foolish frightened people
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| giving up a chance at forever
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| never letting one an other know
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| they still want each other so
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| late at night
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| waiting out the hours till its light
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| they know how wrong they’ve been
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| but both of them are caught up in believing
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| reaching out means giving in
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| and so he settle down to drinking
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| she takes another pill to keep from thinking
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| and neither makes a move to make it right
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| as they both wait for the morning
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| late at night |