| There’s a warm wind tonight
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| And the moon turns the tide
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| When the stars take their ride
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| She’ll be leavin'
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| Where she goes, I don’t know
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| She won’t tell me what it is
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| That makes her act like this
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| But I’ve got a funny feelin' that it’s me
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| It’s worth believin'
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| Should I ask
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| Do you like to go walking on the shore
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| And listen to the sea
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| Or could it be someone kind
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| Could it be that I’m the fool
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| There’s somethin' wrong with you
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| And I’ve got a funny feelin' that it’s me
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| It’s worth believin'
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| There’s a breeze from the shore
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| And the waves overlap
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| When I’ve called in the cat
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| She’ll go walkin'
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| And she cries to herself
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| In the night when I’m asleep
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| She lies awake and weeps
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| Could it be someone new
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| Some old who has returned
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| Or is it just a game
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| But I’ve got a funny feelin' that it’s me
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| It’s worth believin'
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| There’s a warm wind tonight
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| And the moon turns the tide
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| When the stars take their ride
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| She’ll be leavin'
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| Where she goes, I don’t know
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| She won’t tell me what it is
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| That makes her act like this
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| But I’ve got a funny feelin' that it’s me
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| It’s worth believin' |