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I'm in such a mood
turned on by the thought of you
you're not around
so i just sit here and brood
amongst a lethal combination
kind of midnight mood sedation
I miss you
but that's another kind of silence
sittin' by the fire
stare into the flames
without you I'm as lonely as the night train

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And Miles is blowin cool through the room
I wish that i could be there with you
was it the strike of two
or the sound of his blues
you're going to my head
and Miles is blowin' through the room


Gypsy music for lonely hearts
takes care of me while we're apart
if you were here
I'd be dancing with you
how long must you keep me waiting
can't you see the toll it's taking
I need you
but that's another kind of maddness
now I'm almost through
a solo bottle of champagne
and I'm half way through
Sketches of Spain

Chorus
And Miles is blowin cool through the room
I wish that i could be there with you
was it the strike of two
or the sound of his blues
you're going to my head
and Miles is blowin' through the room
I'm in such a mood   turned on by the thought of you   you're not around   so i just sit here and brood   amongst a lethal combination   kind of midnight mood sedation   I miss you   but that's another kind of silence   sittin' by the fire   stare into the flames   without you I'm as lonely as the night train      Chorus   And Miles is blowin cool through the room   I wish that i could be there with you   was it the strike of two   or the sound of his blues   you're going to my head   and Miles is blowin' through the room         Gypsy music for lonely hearts   takes care of me while we're apart   if you were here    I'd be dancing with you   how long must you keep me waiting   can't you see the toll it's taking   I need you   but that's another kind of maddness   now I'm almost through   a solo bottle of champagne   and I'm half way through   Sketches of Spain      Chorus   And Miles is blowin cool through the room   I wish that i could be there with you   was it the strike of two   or the sound of his blues   you're going to my head   and Miles is blowin' through the room