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I hear the ticking of the clock, |
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I’m lying here the room’s pitch dark |
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I wonder where you are tonight, |
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no answer on the telephone |
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And the night goes by so very slow |
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Oh I hope that it won’t end though |
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Till now, I’ve always got by on my own |
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I never really cared until I met you |
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And now it chills me to the bone |
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You don’t know how long I have wanted |
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to touch your lips and hold you tight |
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You don’t know how long I have waited, |
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and I was gonna tell you tonight |
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But the secret is still my own |
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And my love for you is still unknown |
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Till now, I’ve always got by on my own |
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I never really cared until I met you |
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And now it chills me to the bone |
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