| Would you mind if I take of my glasses
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| And turn blind for the rest of the night
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| Would you put them back on in the morning
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| If you’re still here, if you’re still here
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| I won’t mind if you take of your glasses
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| I’ll put them back on when you awake
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| It’s ironic that you can not use
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| The most beautiful eyes that I’ve seen, that I’ve seen
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| There is something about you that I love
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| Might be your fingers, your teeth, I don’t know
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| Or the jokes that you tell after midnight
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| When we’re the only ones awake, only ones awake
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| And we laughed and we laughed and we laughed again
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| And we cried and we cried and we cried
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| 'Cause the secret love that we had
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| Was tearing us apart, tearing us apart
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| And my paintings were always important
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| You were the very first one to see
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| I counted sheep for a week cause I couldn’t sleep
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| Your reaction was a crossroad to me, crossroad to me
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| We fell asleep just an hour 'fore daylight
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| We woke up by a cat in our bed
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| It jumped in from our open window
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| It scared the youth out of you and me, you and me
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| And we laughed and we laughed and we laughed again
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| And we cried and we cried and we cried
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| 'Cause the secret love that we had
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| Was tearing us apart, tearing us apart
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| And we laughed and we laughed and we laughed again
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| And we cried and we cried and we cried
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| 'Cause the secret and young love we had
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| Was tearing us apart, tearing us apart |