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On a night like tonight
You can't help but think
Of an undersold smile;
Watching hazel eyes blink

Attached at her hip, need she whisper in your ear

Your heartbeat can't match
The thrill or the pace
Take her by the hand,
Take her out of this place

Easily done once she drinks down her last fear

But, oh,
The wake which will ensue
And, oh,
The trouble you'll get into
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