| Don’t talk to her when shooting stars are falling
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| Don’t talk to her when she can smell the jasmine in the air
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| Don’t talk to her when no one knows you’re calling
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| You might just say the words that keep her waiting there
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| Don’t talk to her when she is softly sleeping
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| Don’t wake her to the sound of your voice whispering her name
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| Don’t tell her all the secrets you’ve heen keeping
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| Don’t tell her that you’re drowning in a river of shame
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| When the wolf is howling
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| Underneath the moon
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| Underneath the window
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| Of a hotel room
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| Burn the blanket
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| Shoot the light
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| But don’t talk to her at night
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| Don’t talk to her in thunder or in lightning
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| Don’t talk to her with fuses blown and wires falling down
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| Don’t talk to her when the fever is frightening
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| When she’s burning in the bedroom in an evening gown
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| Or when the wolf is howling
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| Undernearh the moon
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| Underneath the window
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| Of a hotel room
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| Burn the blanket
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| Shoot the light
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| But don’t talk to her at night
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| Don’t talk to her at night |