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The night is like a lovely tune |
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beware my foolish heart |
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How wise the ever constant moon |
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take care my foolish heart |
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There's a line between love and fascination |
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that's hard to see on an evening such as this |
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For they both give the very same sensation |
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when you're lost in the magic of a kiss |
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her lips are much too close to mine |
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beware my foolish heart |
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But should her eager lips meet mine |
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then let the fire start |
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For this time it isn't fascination |
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Nor a dream that will fade and fall apart |
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It's love, this time it's love |
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my foolish heart |