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As the Night grows late, the lovers still debate...
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| Is it true? Are we through? The time flew when we were together. | |
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| Seems like a dream that gleems above the rest...when we met at that bar at the beach, Merriweathers. | |
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| It was you that I sought, so I bought you that shot and brought it to your table. | |
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| The band, the sand, a kiss of your hand...a dance, though I didn't think I was able. | |
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| We stumbled and fumbled and bumbled our way out on to the dance floor. | |
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| From the dance to your glance, a bulge grew in my pants. Then I knew it was time to score! | |
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