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Oh the bed I slip into is empty and frozen
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No lover have I to hold
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And my sleep it is fitful but I cling to the dreaming
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O how can I live one more night without you?
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Oh the pots are a-warming over the fire
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On the table a setting for two
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And I'm hoping against hope the door will fling open
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O how can I live one more night without you?
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Chorus... Lala la laa la la la
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Lala la laa la la la
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Lala la laa la la la
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La la la
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La la la
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La lala la
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I wake before light as the first bird is calling
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I milk by the dawn's eerie hue
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As the work wears me thinner
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Will a hand grasp my shoulder ?
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O how can I live one more night without you?
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Chorus... No crack of a stockwhip
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No drumming of hoofbeats
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In less than a moment she knew
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No desperate embracing
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No passionate whisper
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O how can I live one more night without you?
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Chorus...
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Without You
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Colin Buchanan |