| The scene is set for dreaming
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| Love's knocking at the door
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| But oh my heart, I'm reluctant to start
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| For we've been fooled before
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| The night is like a lovely tune
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| Beware my foolish heart
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| How white the ever constant moon
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| Take care, my foolish heart.
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| There's a line between love and fascination
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| That's so hard to see on an evening such as this
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| For they give the very same sensation
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| When you are lost in the passion of a kiss.
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| For your lips are much too close to mine
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| Beware my foolish heart
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| But should our eager lips combine
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| Then let the fire start.
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| For this time it isn't fascination
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| Or a dream that will fade and fall apart
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| It's love this time, it's love, my foolish heart.
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| There's a line between love and fascination
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| That's so hard to see on an evening such as this
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| For they give the very same sensation
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| When you are lost in the passion of a kiss, oh yeah.
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| Your lips are much too close to mine
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| Beware my foolish heart
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| But should our eager lips combine
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| Then let the fire start.
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| For this time it isn't fascination
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| Or a dream that will fade and fall apart
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| It's love this time, it's love, my foolish heart |