| The hour is very late,
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| And I can see you’re getting worried
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| The coffee’s finished, candles low
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| And soon you’ll be asleep
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| Long walk on the night is chilly
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| And my room is cosy
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| I’ve got a feeling,
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| You won’t be leaving tonight.
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| Never thought to ask you
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| Why you really came to see me Was it just a picture bin
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| No neatly on the wall.
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| Candle lights place shadows
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| Of your figure on the ceiling
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| I’ve got a feeling
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| You won’t be leaving at all.
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| I don’t try to fight it baby
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| I see the lovelight in your eyes
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| Just hold me tight then baby
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| You treat and I’m not telling lies.
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| Never thought to ask you
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| Why you really came to see me Was it just a picture bin
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| No neatly on the wall.
|
| Candle lights place shadows
|
| Of your figure on the ceiling
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| I’ve got a feeling
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| You won’t be leaving at all.
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| I’ve got a feeling
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| You won’t be leaving at all.
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| I’ve got a feeling
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| You won’t be leaving at all.
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| I’ve got a feeling
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| You won’t be leaving tonight. |