| Late night
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| Step on the carousel
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| And spend all night
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| Spinning round and round
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| Hold tight
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| And no don’t you let go
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| Until daylight
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| Pours through your window
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| I long for the smell of your hair,
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| The smell of your hair
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| And all this time
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| In a hiding place, in a hiding place
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| All our lives, with a melody all our own
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| All this time
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| Yeah we might as well, we might as well
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| Close our eyes, singing a melody all our own
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| Sometimes
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| We talk on the telephone
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| Running dry
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| The conversation slows
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| Red lights
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| And plans not set in stone
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| Well I’m up all night
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| Until you get home
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| I long for the smell of your hair,
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| The smell of your hair
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| And all this time
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| In a hiding place, in a hiding place
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| All our lives, singing a melody all our own
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| All this time
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| Yeah we might as well, we might as well
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| Close our eyes, singing a melody all our own
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| And all this time
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| In a hiding place, in a hiding place
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| All our lives, singing a melody all our own
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| All this time
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| Yeah we might as well, we might as well
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| Close our eyes, singing a melody all our own
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| (Grazie a Giorgio Kgb per questo testo) |