| Is there a place in his heart for me permanently
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| Or is it just another heartache for me that I refuse to see?
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| Evening comes and he whispers
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| Those pretty words he knows I wanna hear
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| Is it for real or just a play where I give in
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| Oh, and he gets his way
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| Oh, tell me, tell me what happens
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| When the final act is over?
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| Will he be there?
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| 'Cause promises at night are so easily made
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| But they can disappear at the light of day
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| So I ask myself over and over
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| Is there a place in his heart for me permanently?
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| The way he says «I love you»
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| Makes me feel so good inside
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| But how can he expect me to surrender
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| In some short of time?
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| There’s just too many guys
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| That’ll break a girl’s heart
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| And walked slowly out the door
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| I’ve had too many heartbreaks
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| I can’t stand anymore
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| Promises at night are so easily made
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| But they can disappear at the light of day
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| So I ask myself over and over
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| Is there a place in his heart for me permanently?
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| Words that I said keep filling my head
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| Yet I’m reluctant to believe them
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| Those same words in the past
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| They never seemed to last
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| More than a moment’s embrace
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| And tenderness turns to emptiness
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| Promises at night are so easily made
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| But they can disappear at the light of day
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| So I ask myself over and over
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| Is there a place in his heart for me permanently?
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| Promises at night are so easily made
|
| But they can disappear at the light of day
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| So I ask myself over and over
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| Is there a Place in his hear for me permanently?
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| Promises are so easily made
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| They Can disappear at the light of day
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| So I ask myself over and over
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| Is there a place in his heat for me permanently? |