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歌词
and somewhere in the conversation, an old familiar invitation always arrives,
an’ i may hate myself in the morning, but i’m gonna love you tonight.
everyone’s known someone that they just can’t help but want;
and even though we just can’t make it work out, well the want-to lingers on.
so once again we wind up in each other’s arms, pretending that it’s right,
an’ i may hate myself in the morning, but i’m gonna love you tonight.
i know it’s wrong, but it ain’t easy moving on.
so why can’t two friends remember the good times once again?
tomorrow when i wake up, i’ll be feeling a little guilty, an’ a little sad,
thinkin’ how it used to be before everything went bad.
an’ i guess that’s what it is, in lonely late night calls like this, that we try to find;
an’ i may hate myself in th">
an’ i may hate myself in the morning, but i’m gonna love you tonight.
everyone’s known someone that they just can’t help but want;
and even though we just can’t make it work out, well the want-to lingers on.
so once again we wind up in each other’s arms, pretending that it’s right,
an’ i may hate myself in the morning, but i’m gonna love you tonight.
i know it’s wrong, but it ain’t easy moving on.
so why can’t two friends remember the good times once again?
tomorrow when i wake up, i’ll be feeling a little guilty, an’ a little sad,
thinkin’ how it used to be before everything went bad.
an’ i guess that’s what it is, in lonely late night calls like this, that we try to find;
an’ i may hate myself in th">
ain’t it just like one of us to pick up the phone and call after a couple of drinks,
and say: "how you been? i been wonderin’ that maybe you’ve been thinkin’ ’bout me."
and somewhere in the conversation, an old familiar invitation always arrives,
an’ i may hate myself in the morning, but i’m gonna love you tonight.
everyone’s known someone that they just can’t help but want;
and even though we just can’t make it work out, well the want-to lingers on.
so once again we wind up in each other’s arms, pretending that it’s right,
an’ i may hate myself in the morning, but i’m gonna love you tonight.
i know it’s wrong, but it ain’t easy moving on.
so why can’t two friends remember the good times once again?
tomorrow when i wake up, i’ll be feeling a little guilty, an’ a little sad,
thinkin’ how it used to be before everything went bad.
an’ i guess that’s what it is, in lonely late night calls like this, that we try to find;
an’ i may hate myself in th
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and somewhere in the conversation, an old familiar invitation always arrives,
an’ i may hate myself in the morning, but i’m gonna love you tonight.
everyone’s known someone that they just can’t help but want;
and even though we just can’t make it work out, well the want-to lingers on.
so once again we wind up in each other’s arms, pretending that it’s right,
an’ i may hate myself in the morning, but i’m gonna love you tonight.
i know it’s wrong, but it ain’t easy moving on.
so why can’t two friends remember the good times once again?
tomorrow when i wake up, i’ll be feeling a little guilty, an’ a little sad,
thinkin’ how it used to be before everything went bad.
an’ i guess that’s what it is, in lonely late night calls like this, that we try to find;
an’ i may hate myself in th">
an’ i may hate myself in the morning, but i’m gonna love you tonight.
everyone’s known someone that they just can’t help but want;
and even though we just can’t make it work out, well the want-to lingers on.
so once again we wind up in each other’s arms, pretending that it’s right,
an’ i may hate myself in the morning, but i’m gonna love you tonight.
i know it’s wrong, but it ain’t easy moving on.
so why can’t two friends remember the good times once again?
tomorrow when i wake up, i’ll be feeling a little guilty, an’ a little sad,
thinkin’ how it used to be before everything went bad.
an’ i guess that’s what it is, in lonely late night calls like this, that we try to find;
an’ i may hate myself in th">
ain’t it just like one of us to pick up the phone and call after a couple of drinks,
and say: "how you been? i been wonderin’ that maybe you’ve been thinkin’ ’bout me."
and somewhere in the conversation, an old familiar invitation always arrives,
an’ i may hate myself in the morning, but i’m gonna love you tonight.
everyone’s known someone that they just can’t help but want;
and even though we just can’t make it work out, well the want-to lingers on.
so once again we wind up in each other’s arms, pretending that it’s right,
an’ i may hate myself in the morning, but i’m gonna love you tonight.
i know it’s wrong, but it ain’t easy moving on.
so why can’t two friends remember the good times once again?
tomorrow when i wake up, i’ll be feeling a little guilty, an’ a little sad,
thinkin’ how it used to be before everything went bad.
an’ i guess that’s what it is, in lonely late night calls like this, that we try to find;
an’ i may hate myself in th