| Of all the young girls I have known before
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| Believe me there’s been a few
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| One stands out beyond the others
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| And lady that special one is you
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| And all the rest are just faces without names
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| People without purpose
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| Caught up in their own games
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| I always wondered where they come
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| And even where they’ll be going to
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| They have no roots, they have no boundaries, no
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| Perhaps they’ll find someone like you
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| But till then, they’re just faces without names
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| People without purpose caught up in their own game
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| So if I live to be a hundred
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| I will spend my whole life through
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| Never taking you for granted, no, no
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| I’ll be forever loving you
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| While all the rest remain faces without names
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| People without purpose
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| Caught up in their own game
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| Yes all the rest remain faces without names
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| People without purpose running round and round and round in circles
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| Oh, can you believe the faces |