| Horace Vandergelder, Mrs. Horace Vandergelder
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| Just leave ev’rything to me
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| Though it won’t be like the first time
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| How can it be like the first time?
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| But why does it have to be?
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| Don’t look for shooting stars
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| For love is only love
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| You touch and still you touch the ground
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| Don’t listen for those bells
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| For love is only love
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| And if it’s love you’ve found
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| Your heart won’t hear a sound
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| And when you hold his hand
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| You only hold his hand
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| The violins are all a bluff
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| But if you’re really wise
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| The silence of his eyes
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| Will tell you
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| Love is only love
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| And it’s wonderful enough
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| Without the shooting star
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| Without the sounds of bells
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| Without the violins
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| Love is wonderful enough! |