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I've been loving you a long time |
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Down all the years, down all the days |
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And I've cried for all your troubles |
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Smiled at your funny little ways |
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We watched our friends grow up together |
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And we saw them as they fell |
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Some of them fell into heaven |
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And some of them fell into hell |
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I took shelter from a shower |
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And I stepped into your arms |
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On a rainy night in Soho |
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The wind was whistling all its charms |
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I sang you all my sorrows |
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And you told me all your joys |
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Whatever happened to that old song |
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To all those little girls and boys |
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Those little girls and boys |
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Now the song is nearly over |
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We may never find out what it means |
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But there's a light I hold before me |
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And you're the measure of my dreams |
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The measure of my dreams |
