| I’ve been loving you a long time
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| Down all the years, down all the days
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| And I cry for all your troubles
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| Smile at your funny little ways
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| We watched our friends grow up together
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| And we saw them as they fell
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| Some of them fell into heaven
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| Some of them fell into hell
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| Then I took shelter from a shower
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| And I stepped into your arms
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| On a rainy night in Soho
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| The wind was whistling all its charms
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| And I sang you all my sorrows
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| And you told me all your joys
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| Whatever happened to that old song?
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| To all those little girls and boys, little girls and boys?
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| Sometimes I wake up in the morning
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| Her ginger baby by my bed
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| Covered in a cloak of silence
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| I hear you talking in my head
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| And I’m not singing for the future
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| And i’m not dreaming of the past
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| I’m not talking about the first time
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| I never think about the last, think about the last
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| Now this song is nearly over
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| We may never find out what it means
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| Still, there’s a light I hold before me
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| You’re the measure of my dreams, the measure of my dreams |