He comes to me and sets my thoughts astray
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He comes to chase the midnight blues away
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He's sweet to taste and strong to touch
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And with his second sight
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He steals away the lonesomeness of night
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It seems that heaven's looked on me and smiled
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It sent the sun in place of candlelight
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Tumbled out my wildest dreams
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Tossed away my worst
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Has heaven sent a blessing or a curse
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He talks to me, but nothing does he tell
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He talks, but keeps his secret safe and well
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Still I cannot help but reach for him
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With these helpless hands of mine
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So I hug him close and pray to God he's mine
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He comes to me and sets my thoughts astray
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He comes to chase the midnight blues away
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He's sweet to taste and strong to touch
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I find myself inclined
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To hug him close and pray to God he's kind
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I hug him close and pray to God he's kind
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Stray Thoughts
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| Eleanor McEvoy |
