I
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Sometimes late at night
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By the candle light
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All too subtly
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You mood alter me ¡¦ and I ¡¦
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CHORUS
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I¡¯ll be drinking up the minutes as they pass
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I¡¯ll be cherishing the seconds while they last
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And you¡¯ll be wrapping me, up in luxury,
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Until the morning comes
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II
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So we go upstairs
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And you stroke my hair
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And you¡¯re touching me
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It gets too much for me ¡¦ and I ¡¦
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CHORUS
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I am drinking up the minutes as they pass
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I am cherishing the seconds while they last
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And you are wrapping me, up in luxury,
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Until the morning comes
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And oh how I could weep
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When I drift to sleep
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Cause it seems such a sin
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Not to see your face
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So I stay awake
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Just to drink you in.
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III
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When the morning breaks
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And we both awake
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And we¡¯re forced to part,
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That just breaks my heart ¡¦ ¡¯cause I ¡¦
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CHORUS
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I¡¯ve been drinking up the minutes as they pass
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I¡¯ve been cherishing the seconds while they last
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And you¡¯ve been wrapping me, up in luxury,
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Until the morning comes
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You¡¯ve been wrapping me up in luxury
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Until the morning comes.
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WRAPPING ME UP IN LUXURY
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| Eleanor McEvoy |
