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(nickolas ashford/valerie simpson) |
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Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby |
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Ain't nothing like the real thing |
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Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby |
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Ain't nothing like the real thing |
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I got your picture hangin' on the wall |
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It can't see or come to me when i call your name |
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I realize it's just a picture in a frame |
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I read your letters when you're not near |
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But they don't move me |
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And they don't groove me like when i hear |
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Your sweet voice whispering in my ear |
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Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby |
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Ain't nothing like the real thing |
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I play the game, a fantasy |
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I pretend i'm not in reality |
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I need the shelter of your arms to comfort me |
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No other sound os quite the same as your name |
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No touch can do half as much to make me feel better |
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So let's stay together |
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I got some memories to look back on |
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And though they help me when you phone |
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I'm well aware nothing can take the place of being there |
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So let me get the real thing |
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So let me get the real thing |
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Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby |
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Ain't nothing like the real thing |
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Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby |
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Ain't nothing like the real thing |
