I almost dialed your number
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When I thought the coast was clear
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'Cause it's looked up for so long at me
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And said "Call me please."
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But the place was closing
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And the counter girl turned the sign
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The cooks were getting their coats and I got mine
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And said "Goodnight" to the sea of empty seats.
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And if I am a sailor
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You are the warm gulf wind
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And you've blow into this little port
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And roused my dreams again.
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I see my mouth moving when I talk to you
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I do
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I see my lips and I feel like a kid
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Who can't keep something hid.
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'Cause I've been under the paper
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you were writin' on
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You left your impression on after you'd gone
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marks only I can see
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And if I am a sailor
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You are the warm gulf wind
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And you've blow into this little port
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And roused my dreams again.
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When we say sometime later
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You know that we don't say when
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You have blown into this little port
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And roused my dreams again.
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I almost dialed your number
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When I thought the coast was clear
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'Cause it's looked up for so long at me
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And said "Call me please."
|
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And if I am a sailor
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You are the warm gulf wind
|
And you've blow into this little port
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And roused my dreams again.
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When we say sometime later
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You know that we don't say when
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You have blown into this little port
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And roused my dreams again.
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Roused my dreams
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Sailor to wind
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Almost
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| Sarah Harmer |
