Lovers play with words |
| Should we change our plans |
| And swim against the tide? |
| Should we forsake the need |
| We feel deep down inside? |
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| Could we live a lie |
| And turn our heads away? |
| We staggered for too long |
| We still hold on |
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| Really, there's a choice |
| It hurts, so heaven knows |
| But that's a long |
| Long time ago |
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| Lovers play with words |
| Is it strange to hear goodbye |
| And feel the teardrops burn |
| Along some freeway |
| On the point of no return |
| That makes you keep on trying |
| You'll never stop denying |
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| 'Cause you've heard the wind |
| Whistling down the Midnight Tavern |
| Making dreams come true |
| The words ring out so tender |
| Each time that I surrender to you |
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| It has gain a force |
| A promise made in vain |
| Just pain from broken rules |
| A sad refrain |
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| Then a train of hopes |
| Takes me some distant place |
| To linger through |
| This passing phase |
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| Lovers play with words |
| Is it strange to hear goodbye |
| And feel the teardrops burn |
| Along some freeway |
| On the point of no return |
| That makes you keep on trying |
| You'll never stop denying |
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| 'Cause you've heard the wind |
| Whistling down the Midnight Tavern |
| Making dreams come true |
| The words ring out so tender |
| Each time that I surrender |
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| The words ring out so tender |
| Each time that I surrender to you |
| When I surrender to you |
