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Many a tear has to fall |
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But it's all in the game |
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All in the wonderful game |
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That we know as love |
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You had words with him |
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And your future's looking dim |
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But these things your heart can rise above |
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Once in a while he won't call |
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But it's all in the game |
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Soon he'll be there by your side |
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With a small bouquet |
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And he'll kiss your lips |
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And caress your fingertips |
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And your heart will fly away |
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You had words with him |
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And your future's looking dim |
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But these things your heart can rise above |
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Once in a while he won't call |
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But it's all in the game |
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Soon he'll be there by your side |
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With a small bouquet |
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And he'll kiss your lips |
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And caress your fingertips |
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And your heart will fly away |