| Here am I
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| Who while away the mornings
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| Since you’ve gone
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| Too long have I lay alone
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| Not knowing which way to turn
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| And there you are
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| Quite sure that you were right
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| Knowing full well
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| That I’d be the first one to go down
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| And you’d be the one who was laughing
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| Except when things weren’t going your way
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| And then the lady would say that she’d had enough
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| Wandering around on her own
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| The day you left
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| Well I think you knew you’d not be back
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| Well at least it would seem that way
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| Because you never said goodbye
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| But when it comes 'round to you and me
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| I’m sure it will work out alright
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| And you’d be the one who was laughing
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| And giving me something I don’t need
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| And you know, I’d always hold you and keep you warm
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| Oh, more fool me
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| Ah, but when it comes
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| Round to you and me
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| I ask myself, «Do I really believe in your love?»
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| Yes, I’m sure it will work out alright |