CHILLED TO THE BONE AN LONGING FOR THAT TOUCH
THAT WILL TURN ME FROM STONE
LIKE THE LONG-FORGOTTEN KISS
AND THOSE MEMORIES WE MOST MISS
LIKE THE FADED POSTCARD
FROM AN ISLAND OF DREAMS
SIMPLE SMALL THINGS
SERENDIPTY, LIKE WHEN CUPIDS ON THE WING

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ON MY OWN,
NEVER LONELY, BUT ALL, ALL ALONE
YOU WHISPER TO ME ON THE PHONE LATE AT NIGHT
THAT YOU LONG TO BE FREE
AND ALL THIS WILL COME RIGHT
IF WE JUST TRY TO HOLD ON
IM SAT HERE ON MY OWN
BUT MY HEART IS NOT ALONE


DEEP IN THE STILL OF THE NIGHT, WHEN ALL MY DREAMS
BEGIN TO COME TO LIFE
WE SEE THE SUNSHINE THROUGH THE CLOUDS AND THE RAIN
THEN ILL AWAKE TO TEARS ON MY PILLOW
AN THEN TEARS ON THE LINE
MY TELL-TALE HEART BEATS ON
BEACAUSE IM ALONE BUT YOUR NOT GONE

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