| It is said that all the good things
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| Must come to him who can pretend
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| He doesn’t have to wait
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| For as surely as the light of day
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| Must come to drive the night away
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| The needles and the pins
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| That’s where the line begins
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| With your magnificent outpouring
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| Of that old familiar story
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| That’s been used a million times
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| To ease a million minds
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| There are times when I have told you
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| That there must be two of us
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| To try to work things out
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| But if I can’t see you everyday
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| Then I must hide my thoughts away
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| And see you when I can and try to understand
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| With your magnificent outpouring
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| Of that old familiar story
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| That’s been used a million times
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| To ease a million minds
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| So then let us treat our love like any game
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| To fan the flames would really be a sin
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| For as surely as the snow must fall
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| I shall be waiting for your call
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| Pretending it is spring and you’ll be mine again
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| With your magnificent outpouring
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| Of that old familiar story
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| That’s been used a million times
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| To ease a million minds
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| With your magnificent outpouring
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| Of that old familiar story
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| That’s been used a million times
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| To ease a million minds |