| I’d rather have a memory than a dream
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| For then I’d learn what heaven’s all about
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| There’d be an angel in my arms, you fit right in the seat
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| And then my heart could just keep singing out!
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| I’d rather have your kisses than a smile
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| For then there’d be the magic of romance
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| The thrill of being all your own, yes even for a while
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| Is something I’d be brave enough to chance!
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| For dreams are just imagination
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| While memories are as real as you
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| And I’ve enough imagination
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| To wish that all my dreams come true!
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| I’d rather have you near me than apart
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| For then you’d know exactly what I mean
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| But when I’m far away from here and long for you, sweetheart
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| I’d rather have a memory than a dream!
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| I’d rather have a memory than a dream! |