(Nicula/Bojescu)
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Well, well, well, well
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I've come to you my friend
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To talk to you again
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And spend my time.
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We didn't realise
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We said so many lies
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And it's a crime.
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Now I really, really want
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To stay with you all night long
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It feels so right and well, well.
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You found yourself alone
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You have been on your own
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I sympathise
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But now don't get upset
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There's something to forget
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Look in my eyes
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I've got many things to say
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You will have to do the same
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It feels so right.
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'Cos something's gonna come
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Something's gonna come
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Something's gonna tell
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That we shall be well.
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But suddenly you then say something as you stand by the window.
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I cannot understand just what you've really meant but the wind's blown
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And gathered all your words in one
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I'm begging you now
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Oh tell me please how does it sound?
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You say it's gonna be around
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Love is gonna come, love is gonna come
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Love is gonna come, love is gonna come
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Love is gonna come
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And we shall be well, well, well, well.
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'Cos something's gonna come, something's gonna come
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Something's gonna tell that we shall be well
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Right away
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Love is gonna come, love is gonna come
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Love is gonna tell that we shall be well, well
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Well, well, well, well.
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Well
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| The Flying Postmen |
