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Whenever skies look gray to me and troubles begin to brew |
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Whenever the winter wind become to strong I concentrate on you |
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When fortune cries ney ney to me and people declare you're through |
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Whenever the blues become my only song I concentrate on you |
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On your smile so sweet so tender when at first your kiss I declined |
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On the Light in your eyes when I surrender and once again our arms intertwine |
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And so when wisemen say to me that Love's young dream never comes true |
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To prove that even wisemen can be wrong I concentrate on you |
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Your smile so sweet so tender |
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When at first your kiss I declined |
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On the light in your eyes when I surrender and once again our arms intertwine |
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And so when wisemen say to me that Love's Young dream never comes true |
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To prove that even Wisemen can be wrong I concentrate on you |
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On you... I concentrate on you... |