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Whenever skies look gray to me |
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And trouble begins to brew |
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Whenever the winter winds become too strong |
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I concentrate on you |
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When fortune cries "Nay, nay" to me |
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And people declare "You're through" |
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Whenever the blues become my only song |
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I concentrate on you |
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On your smile so sweet, so tender |
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When at first my kiss you decline |
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On the light in your eyes when you surrender |
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And once again our arms intertwine |
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And so when wise men say to me |
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That love's young dream never comes true |
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To prove that even wise men can be wrong |
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I concentrate on you |
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I concentrate and I concentrate on you |
