| I know it’s late and I should go to bed
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| But I can’t tear away from the night
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| It holds the seed of a memory
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| It’s true of you
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| When first I saw you I realised
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| The fire burned deep behind your eyes
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| I knew a kiss would paralyse
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| It’s true from you
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| Awake in the night to whisper your name
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| Only silence replies, its answer a sleeping refrain
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| The moments die but memory stays
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| Love like a carnival’s runaway ride
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| We spin and we climb to where once sirens cried
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| And then sometimes angels can be devils too
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| It’s true of you
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| It’s true of you
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| When shadows no longer fall
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| And footsteps can’t be heard at all
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| I hear the ghost of a call
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| It’s true from you
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| Awake in the night to whisper your name
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| Only silence replies, its answer a sleeping refrain
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| The moments die but memory stays
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| Reaching for something that’s just out of reach
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| Lost to your lips and drowned in your kiss
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| The tide of your passion is now but a dream
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| It’s but a dream
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| It’s but a dream
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| It’s but a dream
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| It’s but a dream |