| Hmm, the searching fingers of the dawn
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| Are slowly creeping up the Eastern sky
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| So I won’t disturb your sleep and I’ll just touch your cheek
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| And leave without goodbye
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| But if you find regrets are waiting for yah
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| In the early mornin' light
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| Aww, don’t blame yourself and don’t blame me
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| For we were only victims of the night
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| Before you curse the mornin' sun
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| Just pause and wonder
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| Were we really wrong
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| How many other lovers are waiting
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| To face their own gray dawn
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| And they must also answer probin' questions
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| When the morning kills the night
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| Should they regret
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| (Or could it be)
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| We all were only victims of the night
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| As I leave you while you’re smilin'
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| And I know that I’m gonna remember you that way
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| I don’t need hasty promises
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| To cling to as I go to face that day
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| I only hope that I’ll awake
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| To find the embers still are burning bright
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| And perhaps someday I’ll find you
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| And be grateful we were victims of the night
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| And perhaps someday I’ll find you
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| And be grateful we were victims of the night |