Can’t Stop Thinking About You
Can't stop thinking about you
Can't stop thinking about you
It's no good living without you
I can't stop thinking about you
Can't stop thinking about you
Can't stop thinking about you
And it's no good living without you
I can't stop thinking about you
When the night-time comes around
Daylight has left me, I
I can't take it if I don't see you no more
I can't help it, I need your loving so much more
And I can't stop thinking about you
Can't stop thinking about you
And it's no good living without you
I can't stop thinking about
I can't stop thinking about
I can't stop thinking about you, ooh
Can't stop thinking about
Can't stop thinking about
Can't stop thinking about you
When the morning comes around
And the daylight gets to me, I
I can't take it if I don't see you no more
I can't help it, I need your loving so much more
And I can't stop thinking about you, oh yeah
I can't stop thinking about you
And it's no good living without you
I can't stop thinking about
I can't stop thinking about
I can't stop thinking about you
I can't stop thinking about
Can't stop thinking about
Can't stop thinking about you
[repeat and fade:]
I can't stop thinking about
I can't stop thinking about
I can't stop thinking about you
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