| She sleeps so soft, so soft I tread
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| Arranging papers around the bed
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| And if she’s dreaming deep tonight
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| I lie with her by reading light
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| A glass of water by her side
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| And gone are hopes of getting tired
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| I call the shots 'til you wake up
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| Count every second on every clock
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| It’s getting late, and that I know
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| The hours come, the hours go
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| Them twitching legs, them twitching arms
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| And there you’re lying, your make-up on
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| And girl, if you’re dreaming deep tonight
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| I’ll lie with you by reading light
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| A glass of water by your side
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| And gone are hopes of getting tired
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| I call the shots 'til you wake up
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| Count every second on every clock
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| It’s getting late, yeah that I know
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| The hours come, the hours come
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| The hours come, the hours come
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| The hours come, the hours come
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| The hours come, the hours come
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| The hours come, the hours come |