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It is said that all the good things |
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Must come to him who can pretend |
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He doesn't have to wait |
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For as surely as the light of day |
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Must come to drive the night away |
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The needles and the pins |
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That's where the line begins |
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With your magnificent outpouring |
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Of that old familiar story |
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That's been used a million times |
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To ease a million minds |
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There are times when I have told you |
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That htere must be two of us |
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To try to work things out |
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But if I can't see you every day |
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Then I must hide my thoughts away |
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And see you when I can |
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And try to understand |
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With your magnificent outpouring |
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Of that old familiar story |
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That's been used a million times |
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To ease a million minds |
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So let us treat our love likeany game |
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To fan the flames would really be a sin |
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For as surely as the snow must fall |
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I shall be waiting for your call |
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Pretending it is spring |
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And you'll be mine again |
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With your magnificent outpouring |
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Of that old familiar story |
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That's been used a million times |
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To ease a million minds |
