Written by Lindsey Buckingham
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The nighttime filled with the cold winter chill
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The rain is music on my window sill
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The days are short, the nights are long
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Won? someone show me where I belong?
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I turn around when you walk by
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You?e just the kind of thing to catch my eye
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I come up fast, I go down slow
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So tell me darlin?do you want to go
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(Let? go)
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Slow dancing in the moonlight
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(Let? go)
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Want to slow dance with you all night
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The nighttime filled with a cold winter chill
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The rain is music on my window sill
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I come up fast, I go down slow
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So tell me darlin?do you want to go
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(Let? go)
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Slow dancing in the moonlight
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(Let? go)
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Want to slow dance with you all night.
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The days are short, the nights are long
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Will someone show me where I belong
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I come up fast, I go down slow
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So tell me darlin?do you want to go
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(Let? go)
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Slow dancing in the moonlight
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(Let? go)
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Want to slow dance with you all night.
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Slow Dancing
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| Lindsey Buckingham |
