Come to me
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while I'm sleeping,
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so their wagging tongues
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might not find you, my love!
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All the while
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they lie down,
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our lighter souls fuse,
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fly and dive, my love.
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So, stamp this night so strong,
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that I will remember
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and have it ever after!
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Come to me
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while I'm sleeping,
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so their wagging tongues
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might not find you, my love!
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[interlude]
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Come to me
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in my dreaming,
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so their wagging tongues
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might not find you, my love!
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'Round the corner,
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back of hands,
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they'll still be talking
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whether or not we'd ever,
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whether we'd ever, my love.
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COME TO ME
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| Vangelis |
