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Many a tear has to fall but it's all in the game |
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All in the wonderful game that we know as love |
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You have words with him and your future's looking dim |
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But these things your hearts can rise above |
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Once in a while he won't call but it's all in the game |
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Soon he'll be there at your side with a sweet bouquet |
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And he'll kiss your lips and caress your waiting fingertips |
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And your hearts will fly away |
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Soon he'll be there at your side with a sweet bouquet |
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Then he'll kiss your lips and caress your waiting fingertips |
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And your hearts will fly away |
