| You lay by my side in the still of the night
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| Let morning bring forth, all that’s wondrous, wondrous to light
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| You could have made it, made it more plain
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| When I hear that, hear that soft refrain
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| And I hear you gently sigh
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| I wanna take you where flamingos fly
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| (Flamingos fly)
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| Way over yonder in the clear blue sky,
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| That’s where flamingos fly
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| As we lie in the dark and hear the sweet song of the nightingale
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| And we listen for the lark, and I wanna tell you babe, tell you a tale
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| With the soft wind blowin', blowin’outside
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| Hey I wanna take that moonlight ride
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| And I hear you gently sigh, babe
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| And I’m silently waiting
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| For that morning light to shine
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| And I’m looking at you, lookin at me, and I’m lookin’at you
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| And I’m anticipating with each and every sign
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| Yes, I’m lookin’at you, lookin’at me,
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| Lookin’at you, lookin’at me, lookin’back at you
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| And I’m findin’that road
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| That road that will take me, take me back home to you baby
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| And I’ll carry the load where the deer and angels roam
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| Where happiness touches, touches the now
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| I don’t where it came from, I don’t how, and I,
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| And I hear you gently sigh, babe |