You supply the night, baby,
Ill supply the love
You supply the night, baby,
Ill supply the love
I see a horseman in the sky,
It makes me turn and wonder why
I hear the same old fourteen reasons,
Must be the changin of the seasons
I met the girl across the sea,
She saved my life and came with me
A tender night of dark persuasion,
Could be my first and last occasion
Baby, Ill supply the love, baby,
Ill supply the, Ill supply the love
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