| When the world has gone to sleep
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| I’m still up among the sheep
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| With my feet out of the bed
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| I’m my one and only friend
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| In my room of many nights
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| Many boys and many lights
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| I’ve been turned on and off
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| So my heart’s a little soft
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| It’s led to this here tonight
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| Now there’s just me here with I
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| When the place is in a mess
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| And you’ve tried to do your best
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| When the boys have come around
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| To pick up and then put down
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| All your tries are being judged
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| By the one you never loved
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| When the moment finally strikes
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| He gets dressed and says good night
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| And you’re puzzled by the mood
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| Because the piece that’s missing’s glued
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| No I’m not sleeping around
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| My bed’s turned up, turned down
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| But when he decides to stay
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| I’ll sleep through all the love we make
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| When love goes to sleep…
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| When the world has gone to bed
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| I’m my one and only friend
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| Just a cup with lipstick on |