| Knowing she’s there
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| Makes it possible to live
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| Knowing she’s there
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| Giving all she’s got to give
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| And when the road got long
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| And the load got heavier
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| She’d whisper
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| «Babe I’m in love with ya»
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| And made it easier to bear
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| Knowing she’s there
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| Knowing she’s there
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| When I reach out in my sleep
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| Knowing she’s there
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| To hold me when I’m weak
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| And when the nights got cold
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| And the days got drearier
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| She’d whisper
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| «Babe I’m right here with ya»
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| And made it easier to bear
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| Knowing she’s there
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| Why did it make me
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| Take the lady’s love for granted?
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| How could I live so deep in a woman
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| And never notice a change?
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| Why doesn’t any love
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| Ever go the way you planned it?
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| And why doesn’t any woman
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| Ever stay the same?
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| Now knowing she’s there
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| Instead of being here with me
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| Just knowing she’s there
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| Giving him what she gave me
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| And it ain’t that I can’t live without it
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| But every time I think about it
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| Something inside me screams
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| Something inside me burns
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| I feel something inside me tear
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| Knowing she’s there
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| Knowing she’s there
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| Knowing she’s there
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| Knowing she’s there |