(Lyrics) (live version)
Maybe it's too late.
But I sometimes even hate myself for loving you
Trying to be strong
Then nighttime comes along and I start wanting you,
Wanting you. (Listen Cilla)
Where is all my selfcontrol
Trying to be strong
Then nighttime comes along and I start wanting you,
Wanting you. (Listen Cilla)
Where is all my selfcontrol
I'm burning way down in my soul and needing you,
Wishing I could be the man, I try to
Hating me for wanting to be with you
Knowing you don't love me like you used to
But it's midnight,
Wishing I could be the man, I try to
Hating me for wanting to be with you
Knowing you don't love me like you used to
But it's midnight,
Ohh, Lord, and I miss you
It's getting late and I know that's when I am weak
Funny how things have a way of looking so much brighter in the day light
It's getting late and I know that's when I am weak
Funny how things have a way of looking so much brighter in the day light
I ought to go to bed to try straighten out my head and just forget you
Oh, but it's midnight
And I miss you
It's getting late and I know that's when I am weak
Funny how things have a way of looking so much brighter in the day light
It's getting late and I know that's when I am weak
Funny how things have a way of looking so much brighter in the day light
I ought to go to bed to try straighten out my head and just forget you
Oh, but it's midnight
Oh, but it's midnight
And I miss you
It's midnight
And I miss you
I miss you, Lord, Lord, I miss you.
Whohoho...
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