Went to bed at four in the morning
thinking of you
got up at noon all dazed
thinking of you
the madness of desire has taken me over
thinking of you
if there's an asylum for new lovers
let me know soon
I may need it in my junoon (madness)
always thinking of you
Our meeting will be delayed today, I'm afraid
I'm now day dreaming of you...
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