(J. Lyon/S. Skinner)
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A warm breeze drifts across the window sill
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As moonlight slants through a night so still
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Oh I have held you in my dreams
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And how real it always seems
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You're standing barefoot in a white cotton dress
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As music murmurs softly in a sweet caress
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But if you'll take my hand we'll see
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Just how real a dream can be
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It all can be
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Slow dancing on the edge of heart
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Slow dancing adrift in the dark
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Hair brushes cheek
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Lips touch
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Eyes glance
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Slow dance
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Now we're both bathed in the warmth of the wine
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A smokey voice urges "Baby, baby be mine"
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As the nightbirds fill the air
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With a song two hearts can share
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As if in a dream we float across the room
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Drunk on the scent of a subtle perfume
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Then from the garden floats our way
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As if the world conspires to say
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Say, yea
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Slow dancing on the edge of a heart
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Slow dancing adrift in the dark
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Hair brushes cheek
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Lips touch
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Eyes glance
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Slow dance
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Slow dance
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We're slow dancing on the edge of a heart
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Slow dancing adrift in the dark
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Hair brushes cheek
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Lips touch
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Eyes glance
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Slow dance
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Slow dance
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Doppler Shift Music/Liedela Music ASCAP/Nervous Music BMI
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Slow Dance
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Southside Johnny & the Asbury Jukes |