The night is like a lovely tune
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Beware my foolish heart
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How white the ever constant moon
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Take care, my foolish heart.
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There's a line between love and fascination
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That's so hard to see on an evening such as this
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For they give the very same sensation
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When you are lost in the passion of a kiss.
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For your lips are much too close to mine
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Beware my foolish heart
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But should our eager lips combine
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Then let the fire start.
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For this time it isn't fascination
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Or a dream that will fade and fall apart
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It's love this time, it's love, my foolish heart.
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There's a line between love and fascination
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That's so hard to see on an evening such as this
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For they give the very same sensation
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When you are lost in the passion of a kiss, oh yeah.
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Your lips are much too close to mine
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Beware my foolish heart
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But should our eager lips combine
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Then let the fire start.
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For this time it isn't fascination
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Or a dream that will fade and fall apart
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It's love this time, it's love, my foolish heart
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My Foolish Heart
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| Rod Stewart |
