You were getting tired
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I was lying beside you
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With your head without a pillow
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I would have given you mine
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But I couldn't let you go
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I could tell you we're dreaming
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And I know it couldn't be about me
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'Cause you don't know me
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And I bought a dozen flowers
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Eleven were roses
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And the other one was a daisy
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And I was thinking about it
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And giving them to you
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But I thought of a way to get closer to you
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So I came over and knocked on your door
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But you, weren't home 'cause
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You don't know how and ooh
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And ooh, and ooh, and ohh
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And I, and I, and I, am tired
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When we walk through the park
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And the autumn around us could almost numb our hands
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There's something about you I can't seem to see
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'Cause I've been waiting around for a moment like this
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It's a moment I thought that I'd never miss
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But noticed this, 'cause I don't know you
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and ooh, and ooh, and ohh
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And I, and I, and I, am tired
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And I don't want to say goodnight
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'Cause I'm not tired like you
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No, I'm not tired like you [x3]
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Goodnight, Central Park
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| Stephen Jerzak |
