| Late nights are for lonely people
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| Lying awake, hardly laying peaceful
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| My mind is restless with the thoughts of you
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| And all the things you do
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| I can hardly close my eyes
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| Under the glow of the brightest moonlight
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| My head, it rests on a pillow of white
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| My heart aches with every thought of you
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| And all the things you do
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| I can’t help but hold my breath
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| I am captivated by you
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| And I am so in love with the things you do
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| But late nights are for lonely people
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| Lying awake, hardly laying peaceful
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| My mind is restless with the thoughts of you
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| And all the things you do
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| I can hardly close my eyes
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| I wish that I could stand next to you
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| But I’m too scared of what you may do
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| Would rejection come and slam me down?
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| I can’t help but frown at the thought that we’d be done
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| Would my feelings go and scare you away?
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| I’d be so sorry for the things that I’d say
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| So, I guess I’ll just lay here instead
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| Lying in my bed, pondering the things you do
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| 'Cause I am captivated by you
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| And I am so in love with the things you do
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| But late nights are for lonely people
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| Lying awake, hardly laying peaceful
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| My mind is restless with the thoughts of you
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| And all the things you do
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| I can hardly close my eyes |