Would you please release me, everything is fading
I can’t keep my eyes shut long enough to see
Visions I’m getting confused with, shadows on my eyelids flicker in the light
It’s just like Vera Lynn, A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square in 1940
Oh, we’ll meet again
Someday if you hit the big one, everybody wants some from you, it won’t last
Cause then one day you’ll bite the big one, everyone will move onto somebody new
It’s just like Vera Lynn, A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square in 1940
I still connect with every single thing she sang
(Everything I couldn't say, I can feel it killing me)
A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square in 1940
Oh, we’ll meet again
I warned you, everybody's see through, coming out to get you
Tell me how’s it feel?
Love like every day’s your last one
Exploding with passion, pretty soon you’ll see
It’s just like Vera Lynn, A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square in 1940
(Everything I couldn't say, I can feel it killing me)
(Nothing really matters when everything goes in the end)
I still connect with every single thing she sang
(Everything I couldn't say, I can feel it killing me)
A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square in 1940
Oh we’ll meet again
I can’t keep my eyes shut long enough to see
Visions I’m getting confused with, shadows on my eyelids flicker in the light
It’s just like Vera Lynn, A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square in 1940
Oh, we’ll meet again
Someday if you hit the big one, everybody wants some from you, it won’t last
Cause then one day you’ll bite the big one, everyone will move onto somebody new
It’s just like Vera Lynn, A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square in 1940
I still connect with every single thing she sang
(Everything I couldn't say, I can feel it killing me)
A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square in 1940
Oh, we’ll meet again
I warned you, everybody's see through, coming out to get you
Tell me how’s it feel?
Love like every day’s your last one
Exploding with passion, pretty soon you’ll see
It’s just like Vera Lynn, A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square in 1940
(Everything I couldn't say, I can feel it killing me)
(Nothing really matters when everything goes in the end)
I still connect with every single thing she sang
(Everything I couldn't say, I can feel it killing me)
A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square in 1940
Oh we’ll meet again
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