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(william "smokey" robinson) |
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You may not how |
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To make words rhyme |
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Carry a tune or a clap on time now |
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You may have no knowledge of musical things |
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But deep down inside of me |
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You have created a melody |
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You're the composer of the song |
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That my heart sings |
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You may not what |
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Quarter notes are |
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Or what i mean by four to the bar now |
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Such musical terms may be greek to your ears |
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But deep down inside of me |
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You have created a melody |
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You're the composer of the song |
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That my heart hears |
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Now it's a tender song |
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It's like a rhapsody, a symphony |
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This song i find in this heart of mine |
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And it's begging you |
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Let nothing keep us apart |
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Oh, my darling |
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'cause you put a song in my heart |
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Now this song that i find in my heart for you |
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Every lyric and line |
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I swear it's true |
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The number one song on my personal chart |
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Deep down inside of me |
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You have created a melody |
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You're the composer of the song |
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That's in my heart |
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Deep down inside of me |
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You have created a symphony |
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You're the composer |
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You put a song in my heart |
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You're the composer |
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You put a song in my heart |
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You're the composer |
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You put a song in my heart |
