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Someday, he'll come along, the man |
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I love And he'll be big and strong, the man |
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I love And when he comes my way, |
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I'll do my best to make him stay |
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He'll look at me and smile, |
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I'll understand |
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Then in a little while, he'll take my hand |
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And though it seems absurd, |
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I know we both won't say a word |
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Maybe I shall meet him |
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Sunday Maybe |
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Monday, maybe not |
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Still, I'm sure to meet him one day |
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Maybe Tuesday will be my good-news day |
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He'll build a little home that's meant for two |
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From which |
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I'll never roam, who would, would you? |
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And so all else above, |
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I'm dreaming of the man |
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I love Maybe |
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I shall meet him |
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Sunday Maybe |
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Monday, maybe not |
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Still, I'm sure to meet him one day |
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Maybe Tuesday will be my good-news day |
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He'll build a little home that's meant for two |
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From which |
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I'll never roam, who would, would you? |
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And so all else above, |
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I'm waiting for the man |
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I love |
