Look at how the twilight¡¯s fading, all the nightbirds serenading,
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And I¡¯m helpless to that thin & hopeful tune, you know
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The lightning bugs & the whiskey make tonight a little risky
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I might stare at you and so I¡¯ll keep my eyes a little low
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I know there¡¯s so much in the way, but I just want to stay right here anyway
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Because in the night the church bell¡¯s ringing, and now my foolish heart is singing
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Though god knows I¡¯ve told it time & time again to be slow
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(solo over verse)
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I know it¡¯s only juice & june that makes me sing this tune, and it¡¯s all too soon,
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But if the night was never-ending, there¡¯d be no more sense pretending
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And perhaps there¡¯d be no space between our hands at all
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Then perhaps there would be nothing else to do but fall
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Just fall
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Juice+June
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| Kris Delmhorst |
