| I first heard you sing in the Empire Room
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| Your husky hum engulfed the gloom
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| And whatever mission that brought me there
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| Disappeared in the mist of your amber hair
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| You laughed and surrendered your gifts by degrees
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| But I was convinced that you spoke only to me
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| And my life turned on its hinge in that smoky club
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| As I ground out my past with my cigarette stub
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| Oh, I do it for you, Jane--I love you so
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| My kingdom is new but it’s going to grow
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| Our castles will shimmer with silver and gold
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| My lady is lovely she’ll never grow old
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| And I offer this promise--this one thing I know:
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| I do it for you, Jane, for I love you so
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| I left that town and went out on my own
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| I made my own kind of music as I juggled the phones
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| And all the while I worked I was reaching towards a time
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| When I’d return to find you and finally make you mine
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| It took most of two years to do what must be done
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| Collect the pieces of the puzzle, you’re the final one
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| I was shaking as I asked you and you know by now I guess
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| You made me happy ever after when you said yes
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| Yes, I do it for you, Jane--I love you so
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| My kingdom is flourishing, and still it will grow
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| Our castle it shimmers with silver and gold
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| My lady is lovely you’ll never grow old
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| And I shout from the heavens, hello there down below
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| I do it for you, Jane, for I love you so
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| If life could only stay the same but i guess it never does
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| But God I still remember how excited I was
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| Feelings of power I’d never known before
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| But winning whets the appetite, I had to have more
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| Homes in New York and London on the beach at Malibu
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| I bought one for each facet of woman in you
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| By then you had retired from singing to bring our baby home
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| And I was winging around the country and you found you were alone
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| Still, I do it for you, Jane--I love you so
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| Our kingdom is flourishing and still it will grow
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| Our castles all shimmer with silver and gold
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| But my lady is lonely your smile is growing cold
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| As I search through the mists on the roads I must go
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| Where are you now, Jane? |
| For I love you so |