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Booth |
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In the light of Sunday morning |
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I'm dreaming, I'm awake |
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Would goodbye make a difference to you |
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When you're half asleep ? |
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Go roll on over and steal my cover |
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It's looking a warmer day |
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My bed's been made. |
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These few sheets held us together |
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A bandage from the cold |
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And through these weeks of bitter weather |
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The chill became your own. |
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The doorway's open, the lock's been broken |
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It's looking a warmer day |
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My bed's been made. |
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Weren't you the one to tell me you love's a language ? |
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Weren't you the one to say each tear's a word ? |
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I can't hear your heart |
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I can't hear your heart |
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I can't hear your heart |
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I can't hear your ooh ... |
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Can't hear your heart |
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I can't hear. |
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In the light of Sunday morning |
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I'm dreaming, I'm awake. |
