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Nighttime Lover
How can I turn away my eyes
From this face so beautiful
Just like the bright and golden sun
Enlightening this cold, wide world
In which you refuse to see me
At times I feel just like a ghost
Cause you seem to walk right through me
Even though I hold on so desperately
I always fail to reach you
As if I just wasn't there
So many tears,so many sleepless nights
Were you worth it, I don't care
I became the passion's slave
Still my heart keeps beating
Even if you chose to leave
Though when the sun has set
Your eyes suddenly fly to me
Their color as dark as night
Sparkling like a newborn star
And passion burning like the morning sun
No word might pass your lips
But your hands seem to speak your heart
As we lay there, right under the stars
You hold me tightly in your arms
Just as if you're never letting go
So many efforts, so less achieved
Were they worth it, I don't care
I became the passion's slave
Still my heart keeps beating
Even if you chose to leave
Should I ever ask you
What kind of game we play
You pretend there's nothing to know
What do I even expect from you
Well, nothing dear, just some honesty
From this face so beautiful
Just like the bright and golden sun
Enlightening this cold, wide world
In which you refuse to see me
At times I feel just like a ghost
Cause you seem to walk right through me
Even though I hold on so desperately
I always fail to reach you
As if I just wasn't there
So many tears,so many sleepless nights
Were you worth it, I don't care
I became the passion's slave
Still my heart keeps beating
Even if you chose to leave
Though when the sun has set
Your eyes suddenly fly to me
Their color as dark as night
Sparkling like a newborn star
And passion burning like the morning sun
No word might pass your lips
But your hands seem to speak your heart
As we lay there, right under the stars
You hold me tightly in your arms
Just as if you're never letting go
So many efforts, so less achieved
Were they worth it, I don't care
I became the passion's slave
Still my heart keeps beating
Even if you chose to leave
Should I ever ask you
What kind of game we play
You pretend there's nothing to know
What do I even expect from you
Well, nothing dear, just some honesty
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