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I wish we were stuck up a tree
Then we′d know it's nicer below
I don′t know any lullabies
I don't know how to make you mine, but I can learn
In lonely days long ago, I saw lovers put on a show
Well, now it's my turn
Drive you home, and then wait by the phone for that call
For a walk in the fall
No harm will come of this
One little midnight kiss, it will not burn
For many lonely days, I feel like a throw-away
Well, now it′s my turn
Falling down is no longer around
Feeling sun, I′m no longer one
Well, isn't this fun?
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Writer(s): John Anthony White Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
