| When the night falls hard and the day grows cold
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| and living is only a reason left, for growing old
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| sometimes I sit and wonder what I’m gonna do
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| and it’s all on account of me loving you, Midnight Blue
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| Midnight Blue, Midnight Blue
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| what do you do to me, Midnight Blue
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| when the day grows cold I want to hold you, Midnight Blue
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| you know she turns my head she leaves me upside down
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| but if she was a river then I would surely drown
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| it’s no kind of hokum when I say she puts a spell on you
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| there’s a strange kind of magic in loving you, Midnight Blue
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| Midnight Blue, Midnight Blue
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| what do you do to me, Midnight Blue
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| when the day grows cold I want to hold you, Midnight Blue
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| there’s a line in the paper this morning says we’re in for a squeeze
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| the winter bites hard but it isn’t just the pipes that freeze
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| you can take your time you can do what you want to do
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| you can make or mend you can break or bend in two
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| but don’t look to me for a chance to even see you through
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| for I’m lost on account of me loving you, Midnight Blue
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| Midnight Blue, Midnight Blue
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| what do you do to me, Midnight Blue
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| when the day grows cold I want to hold you, Midnight Blue
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| Midnight Blue, Midnight Blue
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| what do you do to me, Midnight Blue
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| when the day grows cold I want to hold you, Midnight Blue |