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Chances are 'cause I wear a silly grin |
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The moment you come into view, |
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Chances are you think that I'm in love with you. |
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Just because my composure sort of slips |
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The moment that your lips meet mine, |
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Chances are you think my heart's your Valentine. |
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In the magic of moonlight, |
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When I sigh, "Hold me close, dear," |
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Chances are you believe the stars |
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That fill the skies are in my eyes. |
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Guess you feel you'll always be |
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The one and only one for me |
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And, if you think you could, |
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Well, chances are your chances are awfully good. |
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In the magic of moonlight, |
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When I sigh, "Hold me close, dear," |
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Chances are you believe the stars |
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That fill the skies are in my eyes. |
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Guess you feel you'll always be |
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The one and only one for me |
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And, if you think you could, |
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Well, chances are your chances are awfully good. |
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The chances are, your chances are...awfully good. |
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