Oh, girl I’ve known you very well
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I’ve seen you growing everyday
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I never really looked before
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But now you take my breath away.
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Suddenly you’re in my life
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Part of everything I do
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You got me working day and night
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Just trying to keep a hold on you.
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Here in your arms I found my paradise
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My only chance for happiness
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And if I lose you now I think I would die.
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Oh say you’ll always be my baby
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We can make it shine, we can take forever
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Just a minute at a time.
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More than a woman, more than a woman to me
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More than a woman, more than a woman to me
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More than a woman, oh, oh, oh.
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There are stories old and true
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Of people so in love like you and me
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And I can see myself
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Let history repeat itself.
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Reflecting how I feel for you
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Thinking about those people then
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I know that in a thousand years
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I’d fall in love with you again.
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This is the only way that we should fly
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This is the only way to go
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And if I lose you I know I would die.
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Oh say you’ll always be my baby
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We can make it shine, we can take forever
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Just a minute at a time.
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More than a woman, more than a woman to me
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More than a woman, more than a woman to me
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More than a woman, oh, oh, oh.
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New York mining disaster 1941
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In the event of something happening to me,
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There is something I would like you all to see.
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It’s just a photograph of someone that I new.
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Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones?
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Do you know what it’s like on the outside?
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Don’t go talking too loud, you’ll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones.
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I keep straining my ears to hear a sound.
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Maybe someone is digging underground,
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Or have they given up and all gone home to bed,
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Thinking those who once existed must be dead.
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Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones?
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Do you know what it’s like on the outside?
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Don’t go talking too loud, you’ll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones.
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In the event of something happening to me,
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There is something I would like you all to see.
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It’s just a photograph of someone that I knew.
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Hvae you seen my wife, Mr. Jones?
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Do you know what it’s like on the outside?
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Don’t go talking too loud, you’ll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones.
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--hymie |