| Midnight on a beach in the Mediterranean
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| And I miss you
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| Even here taking it all in
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| The sand, silvered, carries the moon
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| On its shoulders
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| Is it possible to put this night to tune
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| And move it to you?
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| Don’t cry, I’ll bring this home to you
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| If I can make this night light enough to move
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| Don’t cry, I’ll bring this home to you
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| Cargo ships move by
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| Tracing on the horizon line
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| There’s a luster from the city lights
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| On the waves that kiss our feet
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| And we’re thinking of going in
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| (Thinking of going in)
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| The time’s getting thin
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| Don’t cry, I’ll bring this home to you
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| If I can make this night light enough to move
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| Don’t cry, I’ll bring this home to you
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| If I can make this
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| If I can make this
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| Don’t cry, I’ll bring this home to you
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| If I can make this night light enough to move
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| Don’t cry, I’ll bring this home to you
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| This is a city for not sleeping
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| And the clocks are set by feel
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| At this moment from where I sit
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| None of it seems real
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| Don’t cry, I’ll bring this home to you
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| If I can make this night light enough to move
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| Don’t cry, I’ll bring this home to you
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| If I can make this night light enough to move
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| If I can make this
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| If I can make this
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| Move
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| If I can make this
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| Move |