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Lying in my bed
I hear the clock tick I think of you Caught up in circles Confusion is nothing new Flashbacks, warm nights Almost left behind Suitcase of memories Time after... Sometimes you picture me I'm walking too far ahead You're calling to me I can't hear what you said And you say, go slow I fall behind The second hand unwinds If you're lost, you can look And you will find me Time after time If you fall, I will catch you I will be waiting Time after time If you're lost, you can look And you will find me Time after time If you fall, I will catch you I will be waiting Time after time |
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Take me now, baby, here as I am
Put me close, try and understand Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe Love is a banquet on which we feed Come on now, try and understand The way I feel when I 'm in your hands Take my hand, come under cover They can't hurt you now can't hurt you now can't hurt you now Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to lust Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us Jan Wayne's gonna move ya Have I doubt, when I'm alone Love is a ring on the telephone Love is an angel, disguised as lust Here in our bed 'til the morning comes Come on now, try and understand The way I feel under your command Take my hand, and the sun descends They can't touch you now can't touch you now can't touch you now Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to lust Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to lust Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us Take me now, baby, here as I am Put me close, try and understand Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe Love is a banquet on which we feed |
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