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Can’t Go To Sleep (Without You)

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 20.08.2012

There ain't a street in this town that I ain't walked
And I know them like I know your face
But they're here and you're not and it's my luck
That I can't go to sleep without you

Oh there goes that old ghost, said the neighbors
Ain't there nothing nobody can do
And then one after the other they all turn out their porch lights
And I can't go to sleep without you

I roll over and tell myself stories
Turn my face to the wall and then
Sleep doesn't come, and then sleep doesn't come
Then comes morning and I'm up again

There was a place that we used to go to
It was easy to find with you near
Please come back, please come back, you know that I'll be waiting
I can't go to sleep without you
I can't go to sleep without you
I can't go to sleep without you


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