| I wish I could fall in love
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| Though it only leads to trouble, oh I know it does
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| Still I’d fool myself and gladly just to feel I was
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| In love, in love
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| I wish I could feel my heartbeat rise
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| And gaze into some gentle warm excited eyes
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| And give myself as truly as an arrow flies
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| In windless skies
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| Oh, I remember you in the TV light
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| Holding you close to me where we lay
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| And now I wish I knew one of those softer nights
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| Whispering quietly, feeling you turn to me
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| It was only last night in the winter dark
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| I dreamed of how you loved in all your innocence
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| And I’ve never known a softer warmer feeling since
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| Or a truer heart
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| Maybe these dreams are leading me;
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| Maybe love is not as gentle as my memory
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| Maybe tired and wishful half-remembered fantasies
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| Are the greatest part
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| Oh, but I remember you in the TV light
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| Holding you close to me where we lay
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| And now I wish I knew some of those softer nights
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| Whispering quietly, feeling you turn to me
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| I wish I could feel my heartbeat rise
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| And gaze into some gentle warm excited eyes
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| And give myself as truly as an arrow flies
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| In windless skies
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| I wish I could fall in love
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| Though it only leads to trouble, oh I know it does
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| Still I’d fool myself and gladly just to feel I was
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| In love |