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When the evening is over |
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Put your head upon my shoulder |
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And I'll tell you something |
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I believe is true |
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Happiness is me and you |
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In a world so distorted |
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Where the worst is best reported |
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Love maybe something |
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That will see us through |
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Happiness is me and you |
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There maybe girls that I'll remember |
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That made me happy for a while |
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But none of them compare with you my love |
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However hard they they all may try |
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If the bus that we're taking |
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Has for ages kept us waiting |
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What does it matter |
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Even in a queue |
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Happiness is me and you |
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There may be days when you discover |
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I'm not the man you think I am |
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But through it all we will recover |
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Without the aid of any plan |
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When the weeks turn to hours |
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And in June it's April showers |
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I'll tell you something I believe is true |
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Happiness is me and you |
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Happiness is me and you |
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Happiness is me and you |
