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( Parfitt / Bown )
Walking the tightrope
And losing my pole
I hang on by my teeth
One of those nights
It didn't feel too right
Gonna cry myself to sleep
Oh! What a night
Oh! What a flight it was
Oh! Oh! What a night
No telephone news
And I'm missing you
I can't afford to phone
There's a thousand people
Using my room
But I never felt so aloneOh! What a night
Oh! What a flight it was
Oh! Oh! What a night
I picture your face
I keep on hearing your voice
I'm dying in the sheets
I daren't think too much
So I drink too much
I still can't get to sleep
Oh! What a night
Oh! What a flight it was
Oh! Oh! What a night
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