Why must I wait for the morning sun to rise
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that maybe then I can rest my eyes
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so I won't think of you and our used-to-be's
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cause I can't turn the night
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no I can't turn the night
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oh, I can't turn the night off
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I watch the ceiling dance thru my midnight eyes
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a screen on which I fantasize
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all of our yesterdays and our used-to-be's
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oh, I can't turn the night
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no I can't turn the night
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oh, I can't turn the night off
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If only you and I were together now
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we'd make it somehow
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we were so young before; we didn't realize
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you can't take back the goodbyes
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And so I wait for the morning sun to rise
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that maybe then I can close my eyes
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so I won't look at you and our used-to-be's
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and I can't turn the night
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no, I can't turn the night
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oh, I can't turn the night off
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Can't Turn The Night Off
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Annie Haslam |