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Night
taking a moment with you and the sky
there’s a kind of peace late at night
we were the kind of people that flourished
the dark was our time
not too crazy, not too wild
keeping the fun between us
being young
and wishing to stay young
time passes
fading a bit from that carefree attitude
the day time is full of demands
still we make the effort for our weekly dates
ending with some kissing, hugging, loving
with no other sounds but our playful own
starting to think a little bit older now
finding responsibility on overload
married with family, living the dream
when we are cleaning, no one else in the house
you give me that look
I come over and give you the lightest touch
that smirky smile confirms my suspicions
finally we got tired of the daily keep up
somehow we lost sight of those night stars
and of who we were
missing the wind in your hair
walking the beach
drinking like there's no tomorrow
how I wish we could run away to those nights
It's a funny feeling
like we were spit out of a tornado
and all we want is that time back
our responsibilities dwindling
finding time to love and hold love
rekindling what we lost
it’s 2am, the bars are open late
think it's time I reintroduce myself
there’s a kind of peace late at night
we were the kind of people that flourished
the dark was our time
not too crazy, not too wild
keeping the fun between us
being young
and wishing to stay young
time passes
fading a bit from that carefree attitude
the day time is full of demands
still we make the effort for our weekly dates
ending with some kissing, hugging, loving
with no other sounds but our playful own
starting to think a little bit older now
finding responsibility on overload
married with family, living the dream
when we are cleaning, no one else in the house
you give me that look
I come over and give you the lightest touch
that smirky smile confirms my suspicions
finally we got tired of the daily keep up
somehow we lost sight of those night stars
and of who we were
missing the wind in your hair
walking the beach
drinking like there's no tomorrow
how I wish we could run away to those nights
It's a funny feeling
like we were spit out of a tornado
and all we want is that time back
our responsibilities dwindling
finding time to love and hold love
rekindling what we lost
it’s 2am, the bars are open late
think it's time I reintroduce myself
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