| Well, I know it’s getting kinda late
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| I guess I should turn out the light and bide my time
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| Tomorrow eight o’clock, you said, would be just fine
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| But tomorrow’s so far away
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| And only you can make this brain shut down
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| Oh, won’t you come around?
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| Now, I think I’m getting much too fond
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| I know you got a lot of stuff going on
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| You got your rules and you need your beauty sleep as well
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| But time moves like glue
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| And in my head it’s you I’m always talking to
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| I’ve been found! |
| Oh, won’t you come around
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| With your long hair down?
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| Won’t you come around?
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| Well, I don’t want to move too fast
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| I’m hoping this is gonna last? |
| the way you smile
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| When you catch me coming makes me ten foot high
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| No I don’t want to rush you now
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| But maybe tonight you can break your rule somehow
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| Oh, won’t you come around
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| With your long hair down?
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| Won’t you come around?
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| And shut my thiking down?
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| Oh, won’t you come around? |