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Once in ev'ry life someone comes along; |
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And you came to me -- it was almost like a song. |
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You were in my arms just where you belong; |
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We were so in love -- it was almost like a song. |
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January through december |
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We had such a perfect year; |
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Then the flame became a dying ember, |
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All at once, you weren't here. |
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Now my broken heart cries for you each night, |
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And it's almost like a song, but it's much too sad to write. |
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Now my broken heart cries for you each night, |
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And it's almost like a song, but it's much too sad to write, |
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It's much too sad to write. |