Look at how the twilight’s fading, all the nightbirds serenading,
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And I’m helpless to that thin & hopeful tune, you know
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The lightning bugs & the whiskey make tonight a little risky
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I might stare at you and so I’ll keep my eyes a little low
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I know there’s so much in the way, but I just want to stay right here anyway
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Because in the night the church bell’s ringing, and now my foolish heart is singing
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Though god knows I’ve told it time & time again to be slow
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(solo over verse)
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I know it’s only juice & june that makes me sing this tune, and it’s all too soon,
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But if the night was never-ending, there’d be no more sense pretending
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And perhaps there’d be no space between our hands at all
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Then perhaps there would be nothing else to do but fall
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Just fall
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Juice+June
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| Kris Delmhorst |
