| It’s funny how you sound as if you’re right next door
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| When you’re really half a world away
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| I just can’t seem to find the words I’m looking for
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| To say the things that I want to say
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| I can’t remember when I felt so close to you
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| It’s almost more than I can bear
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| And though I seem a half a million miles from you
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| You are in my heart and living there
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| And the moon and the stars are the same ones you see
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| It’s the same old sun up in the sky
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| And your voice in my ear is like heaven to me
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| Like the breezes here in old Shanghai
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| There are lovers who walk hand in hand in the park
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| And lovers who walk all alone
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| There are lovers who lie unafraid in the dark
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| And lovers who long for home
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| Oh, I couldn’t leave you even if I wanted to
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| You’re in my dreams and always near
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| And especially when I sing the songs I wrote for you
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| You are in my heart and living there
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| And the moon and the stars are the same ones we see
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| It’s the same old sun up in the sky
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| And your face in my dreams is like heaven to me
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| Like the breezes here in old Shanghai
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| Shanghai breezes, cool and clearing, evening’s sweet caress
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| Shanghai breezes, soft and gentle, remind me of your tenderness
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| And the moon and the stars are the same ones we see
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| It’s the same old sun up in the sky
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| And your love in my life is like heaven to me
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| Like the breezes here in old Shanghai
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| And the moon and the stars are the same ones we see
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| It’s the same old sun up in the sky
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| And your love in my life is like heaven to me
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| Like the breezes here in old Shanghai
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| Just like the breezes here in old Shanghai |