| Hotel rooms on the road
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| Sometimes get lonely, when you turn out the light
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| Hotel rooms on the road
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| You’re the only one sleeping in your bed tonight
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| Oh, I’d like to see you knocking at my window
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| In the month of May
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| Yes, I’d like to see you waiting by my window
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| In the month of May
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| All the concert’s out
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| There’s no one to take you up to the door
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| Your ballad’s over
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| You won’t see your tears in the mirror any more
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| Not any more
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| Anyway, I’d like to see you waiting by my window
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| In the month of May
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| How I’d like to see you knocking at my window
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| In the month of May
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| And I’d like to see you by my window
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| In the month of May
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| How I’d like to see you
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| When everything is
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| Lazy with the sun — crazy with love
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| In the month of May
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| There’s nothing more to say than I want you
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| Everybody’s crazy with the sun — feeling lazy from love
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| There’s nothing to say except I want you
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| By the riverside, the fires burn to keep it bright
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| All the forest creatures in the time of night
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| Huddle closely together
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| In a cave or a den, without a bed
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| Hold their hands, clutch their heads
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| In the month of May
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| Lazy days, crazy days
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| My hazy days
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| Everybody’s crazy with the sun
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| Lazy with love
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| So won’t you stand by my window
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| In the month of May
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| Won’t you stand by my window
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| In the month of May |