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Whenever skies look gray to me |
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And troubles begin to brew |
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Whenever the winter winds become too strong |
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I concentrate on you |
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When fortune cries nay, nay to me |
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And people declare we're through |
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Whenever the blues become my only song |
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I concentrate on you |
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On your smile so sweet, so tender |
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When at first my kiss you decline |
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Oh, the light in your eyes when you surrender |
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And once again our arms intertwine |
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And so when wise men say to me |
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That love's young dreams never come true |
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To prove that even wise men can be wrong |
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I concentrate on you |
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Your smile so sweet, so tender |
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When at first my kiss you decline |
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Oh, the light in your eyes when you surrender |
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And once again our arms intertwine |
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And so when wise men say to me |
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That love's young dreams never come true |
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To prove that even wise men can be wrong |
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I concentrate on you |
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I concentrate and concentrate on you |
