(David Jones, Colin Blunstone)
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This is a song written exclusively for me
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Something to warm me on a lonely winter's night
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And if I want to think someone's thinking of me
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I look into my song, see who I can see
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My pace is curlin', hurlin' now, from key to key
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Written through the gloom
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Of a lonely empty room
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All the lines start to unlock my mind and I feel free
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The Winter's night gives way to a warm Summer's day, yeah, yeah
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The light's turned off, but there's nobody to turn on
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And there's no happiness in having to undress
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I put such thoughts aside and listen to my song
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Now, it makes things better
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My song does the rest, yeah
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This is a song written exclusively for me
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Something to warm me on a lonely winters night
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And if I want to think of someone's thinking of me
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I look into my song and see who I can see
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Exclusively For Me
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| Dusty Springfield |
