| It’s not the way you look
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| It’s not the way that you smile
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| Although there’s something to them
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| It’s not the way you have your hair
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| It’s not that certain style
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| It could be that perfume
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| If I had a photograph of you
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| Or something to remind me
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| I wouldn’t spend my life just wishing
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| It’s not the makeup
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| And it’s not the way that you dance
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| It’s not the evening sky
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| It’s more the way your eyes
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| Are laughing as they glance
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| Across the great divide
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| If I had a photograph of you
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| Or something to remind me
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| I wouldn’t spend my life just wishing
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| It’s not the things you say
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| It’s not the things you do
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| It must be something more
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| And if I feel this way for so long
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| Tell me is it all for nothing
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| You’ll still walk out the door
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| If I had a photograph of you
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| Or something to remind me
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| I wouldn’t spend my life just wishing |