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I don't get many things right the first time |
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In fact I am told that a lot |
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Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls |
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Brought me here |
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And where was I before the day |
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That I first saw your lovely face? |
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Now I see it everyday |
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And I know that I am, I am, I am the luckiest |
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What if I'd been born fifty years before you |
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In a house on a street where you lived? |
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Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike |
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Would I know? |
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And in a wide sea of eyes |
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I see one pair that I recognize |
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And I know that I am, I am, I am the luckiest |
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I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you |
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Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties |
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And one day passed away in his sleep |
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And his wife she stayed for a couple of days |
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And passed away |
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I'm sorry |
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I know that's a strange way to tell you |
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That I know we belong |
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That I know that I am, I am, I am the luckiest |
