Out where the bright lights are glowing you're drawn like a moth to a flame
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You laugh while the wine's overflowing while I sit and whisper your name
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Four walls to hear me four walls to see
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Four walls too near me closing in on me
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Sometimes I ask why I'm waiting but these walls have nothing to say
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I'm made for love not for haiting so here where you left me I'll stay
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One night with you is like heaven and so while I'm walking the floor
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I listen for steps in the hallway and wait for your knock on my door
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Four walls to hear me...
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Four Walls
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| Wilma Burgess |
