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Said I many times, love is illusion |
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A feeling result of confusion |
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With knowing smile and blase sigh |
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A cynical so and so am |
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II feel so sure, so positive |
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So utterly unchangeably certain |
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Though I never was aware of loving you' |
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Til I suddenly realized there was love in you and oh |
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In this world of ordinary people |
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Extraordinary people, |
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I'm glad there is you |
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In this world of overrated pleasures |
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And underrated treasures, |
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I'm glad there is you |
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I live to love |
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I love to live with you beside me |
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This role, so new |
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I'll muddle through with you |
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If you'll guide me through |
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In this world where many many play at love |
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And hardly any stay in love, |
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I'm glad there is you |
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More than ever, |
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I'm glad there is you |
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Said I many times, love is illusion |
