| I can’t believe, I can’t believe
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| That you are gone and we are through
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| Oh, but I miss those happy hours
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| Cuddle all alone with you
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| Snuggled tightly in your arms, darling
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| And doing things that lovers do
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| Oh, if I only knew where to write you
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| Or where to call you on the phone
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| To let you know how much I need you
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| And miss your love since you been gone
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| I want to tell you you were right, doll
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| And I see now that I was wrong
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| I want you back, won’t somebody help me
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| I need your love, honest I do
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| To relive those happy hours
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| I used to spend alone with you
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| Snuggled tightly in your arms, darling
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| And doing things that lovers do |