| Have you not heard the wind
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| A-crying the blues
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| He sings every night in my ears
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| He calls out your name
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| In cascading harmonies
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| Saying, «Lover, come back to me»
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| Free at last to love and leave
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| Try my hand at anything, baby, I please
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| Shoot the eight ball
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| Quit while I’m still out ahead
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| Pick up the sunshine
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| Turn her and spin her around in my bed
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| But the trouble is I do recall
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| The sweetness of your smile
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| It was sweeter than life
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| Sweeter than love free from hate
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| And I may forget what day it is
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| May forget who I am
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| But I’ll never forget when the teardrops fell
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| Free at last to love and leave
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| Try my hand at anything, baby, I please
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| Shoot the eight ball
|
| Quit while I’m still out ahead
|
| Pick up the sunshine
|
| Turn her and spin her around in my bed
|
| Free at last to love and leave
|
| Try my hand at anything, baby, I please
|
| Shoot the eight ball
|
| Quit while I’m still out ahead
|
| Pick up the sunshine
|
| Turn her and spin her around in my bed
|
| He sings every night in my ears
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| He calls out your name
|
| In cascading harmonies
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| Saying, «Lover, come back to me» |