I hear the ticking of the clock
I'm lying here the room's pitch dark
I wonder where you are tonight
No answer on the telephone
And the night goes by so very slow
Oh I hope that it won't end though
Till now I always got by on my own
I never really cared until I met you
And now it chills me to the bone
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