| As I lay here on this pillow
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| With a life of no regret
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| Can we maybe make a moment
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| That my heart won’t forget?
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| When we’re old, will you remember?
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| Layin' on this Sunday bed
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| With your white suede crashin' over
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| My red wine dusty head
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| This little thing called love
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| Is all that we need now
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| This little thing called love
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| Will stop the water if we drown
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| No matter if we’re stolen by the shadows
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| And there’s darkness all around
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| This little thing called love’s all we need now
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| Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh
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| As you lay here on that pillow
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| And we breathe the northern air
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| There’ll be no time left for sleepin'
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| Now you’re finally here
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| And I guess somewhere this morning
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| As I hear the night birds sing
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| And right now it’s truly daunting
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| This is more than just a thing
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| This little thing called love
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| Is all that we need now
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| This little thing called love
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| Will stop the water if we drown
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| No matter if we’re stolen by the shadows
|
| And there’s darkness all around
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| This little thing called love’s all we need now
|
| This little thing called love
|
| Is all that we need now
|
| Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh
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| This little thing called love
|
| Is all that we need now
|
| This little thing called love
|
| Will stop the water if we drown
|
| No matter if we’re stolen by the shadows
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| And there’s darkness all around
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| This little thing called love’s all we need now
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| This little thing called love
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| Is all that we need now |