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Paul Mccartney

Paul Mccartney

Beatiful Night

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Someone's gone out fishing
Someone's high and dry.
Someone's on a mission to the lonely Lorelei.
Some folk's got a vision of a castle in the sky
And I'm left stranded, wondering why.

You and me together
Nothing feels so good
Even if I get a medal from my local neighborhood
I won't need a castle, they've got castles in Versailles
And I'm still stranded, wondering why

Make it a beautiful night for me
It's a beautiful night for love
A wonderful sight for lovers of love to behold
Make it a beautiful night for me
It's a beautiful night for love
A wonderful sight for lovers of love to behold

Some boat's on the ocean
We're here in this room
Seems to me the perfect way to spend an afternoon
We can look for castles, pretty castles in the sky
No more wondering, wondering why

Things can go wrong, things can go right
Things can go bump, in the dead of the night
So let me be there, let me be there
Let me be there with you in the dead of the night

Make it a beautiful night for me
It's a beautiful night for love
A wonderful sight for lovers of love to behold
Make it a beautiful night for me
Such a beautiful night for love
Such a wonderful sight for lovers of love to behold

Yeah, it's a beautiful night
Yeah, it's a beautiful night

Yeah, beautiful night, beautiful night
Yeah, it's such a beautiful night, beautiful, beautiful night

Beautiful night, beautiful night, beautiful night
Beautiful night, beautiful night, beautiful night
Beautiful night, beautiful night, beautiful night
Beautiful night, beautiful night, beautiful night
Beautiful night, beautiful night, beautiful night
Beautiful night, beautiful night, beautiful night
Beautiful night, beautiful night, beautiful night
Beautiful night, beautiful night, beautiful night

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