The King - It's Midnight
live in Las Vegas in 1974.
A beautiful song by the King for Priscilla.
Maybe it's too late I sometimes I even hate myself
For loving you
Trying to be strong then night-time comes along and I start wanting you
Wanting you.
Where is all my self control I'm burning way down in my soul
And needing you
Wishing I could be the man, I try to
Hating me for wanting you to be with you
Knowing you don't love me like you used to
But it's midnight, Oh 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
I ought to go to bed and try to straighten out my head and just forget you
Oh but it's midnight, yeah 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
I ought to go to bed to try to straighten out my head and just forget you
Oh but it's midnight and I miss you
It's midnight and I miss you
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