| In this eveless is what I want it to be
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| All our math is, not adding nothing
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| In a playground where all the kids are 30
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| Left in a sandbox, made out of quicksand
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| All my loving, all my loving
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| All my loving seems to go away
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| The heart ___________(?)
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| All my loving, all my loving
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| All my loving seems to disappear
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| Comes on a leave here
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| Ask a secret, what makes a marriage last?
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| We take our time, go to a restaurant
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| Eight times a week, maybe some candle light
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| And maybe dancing, she’d go on Tuesday nights
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| As for me, well, I go on Friday
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| All my loving, all my loving
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| All my loving seems to disappear
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| There’s nothing left here
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| All my loving, all my loving
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| All my loving seems to go away
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| My heart’s on harbor day
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| What good paying my dues
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| When I’m used to stealing the show
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| Maybe I’ll donate my mind, leave it to science fiction
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| All my loving, all my loving
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| All my loving seems to disappear
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| There’s nothing left here
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| All my loving, all my loving
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| All my loving seems to go away
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| My heart’s on harbor day |