| Claire had all but given up
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| When she and Edwin fell in love
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| She touched his face and shook her head
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| In disbelief she sighed and said
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| «In many dreams I’ve held you near
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| Now at last you’re really here»
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| Where’ve you been
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| I’ve looked for you forever and a day
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| Where’ve you been
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| I’m just not myself when you’re away
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| He asked her for her hand for life
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| Then she became a salesman’s wife
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| He was home each night by eight
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| But one stormy evening he was late
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| Her frightened tears fell to the floor
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| Until his key turned in the door
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| Where’ve you been
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| I’ve looked for you forever and a day
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| Where’ve you been
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| I’m just not myself when you’re away
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| They’d never spent a night apart
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| For sixty years she heard him snore
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| Now they’re in a hospital
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| In separate beds on different floors
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| Claire soon lost her memory, forgot the names of family
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| She never spoke a word again, and then one day they wheeled him in
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| He held her hand and stroked her hair
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| And in a fragile voice she said
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| Where’ve you been
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| I’ve looked for you forever and a day
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| Where’ve you been
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| I’m just not myself when you’re away
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| No I’m just not myself when you’re away |