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Song Lyrics
Plucking strings under porch lights
This martin's out of tune
Lookin' into your eyes
They're as big as the moon.
Bundled up in your blanket
And keeping warm by the fire
And I just want to say it
But you're getting so tired.
Maybe it's for the better
Or maybe it's for the worse
Yeah, there's only eight letters
But I'm afraid to say those three words
We could call this forever
You could call me yours and I could call you mine
Or we could call it a night.
I could make a lie just to ring you
Say you left something behind
So I could just come and see you
At least one more time.
But maybe it's for the better
Or maybe it's for the worse
Yeah, there's only eight letters
But I'm afraid to say those three words
We could call this forever
You could call me yours and I could call you mine
Or we could call it a night.
But maybe it's for the better
Or maybe it's for the worse
Yeah, there's only eight letters
But I'm afraid to say those three words
We could call this forever
You could call me yours and I could call you mine
Or we could call it a night.
Call it a night
Call it a night
Maybe it's for the better
And I could call you mine
Call it a night
We could call this forever
We could call it a night.
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