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Marilyn bergman, lew spence |
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I see your face in this room full of faces, |
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I'm trying hard not to stare, |
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Strange to see you again, here of all places, |
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That's him over there. |
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My baby looks the same as he did when i met him, |
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I'd know that laugh anywhere, |
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It was foolish of me to think i'd forget him, |
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That's him over there. |
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I wish i could be the girl at his side, |
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The one who has taken my place, |
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Can everyone see what i'm trying to hide, |
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Isn't it written all over my face? |
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I guess that you kow what extremes i have gone to, |
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To prove that i didn't care, |
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You were so anxious to meet the dream i've hung onto, |
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Well, that's him, that's my jim, over there. |
