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NOT TONIGHT

This phone call tonight is not for a fight
It is to tell you that on I am holding tight
Through bright days and the nights of fright
I hope to be your candle light
That I will spend on you every thing, even my last might
On you I will spend my last fire and fight
I don't care how right
Or not, but for you I don't mind a bullet bite
I called to tell you that you are in my heart even out of sight
I watch over you from the hight of a kite
Protect you like my life depended on it
Protect you and love you like a man who truly loves a bird
I love you when on land and in flight
I love you here 
I love you forever

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