| Hold on a minute it ain’t time to leave
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| Tell me how you’re feeling one more time
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| Four long years and I just can’t believe
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| That I’m still yours and you’re still mine
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| While I was gone, yes, I fell in love
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| Asked around and heard that you did too
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| Two drunken years and push came to shove
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| I met love, love left me blue
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| You’re rising like a sun
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| That pulled the curtain on the night
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| Coming through the window
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| To brighten up my life
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| And I’m all right, yeah, I think I’m fine
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| My savior lives in telephones
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| And I just dream of you and step outside
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| Dial up and hope that you’re home
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| You’re rising like a sun
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| That waits up all night
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| Coming through the window
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| To brighten up my life
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| Hold on a minute, yeah, I do love you
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| Sometimes I guess that ain’t enough
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| When you come round you put me through
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| And I thank you, oh, so much
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| Another year, maybe, three or four
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| Maybe five or six or even more
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| You’ll find another man to take my place
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| And I’ll see you on the good Lord’s shores
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| You’re rising like a sun
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| That pulled the curtain on the night
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| Coming through the window
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| To brighten up my life |