| I know that hearts were loving
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| Long before I was here
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| And I’m not the first to ever cry
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| In my bed or in my beer
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| There were songs before there was radio
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| Of love that stays and love that goes
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| They were writing meloncholy tunes
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| And tearful words that rhyme
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| Before my time
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| There were songs in old dusty books
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| Of love thats always been
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| Sweet lovers in their glory
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| Who are now gone with the wind
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| Old fashion love words spoken then
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| Keep coming back around again
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| Nothings changed except the names
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| Their love burns just like mine
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| And in the dim of yesterday
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| I can clearly see
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| That flesh and blood cried out to someone
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| As it does in me
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| And there was some old song that said
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| I love you 'til I die
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| But what the old time masters had
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| Is what I feel for you
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| Love is love and doesn’t change
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| In a century or two
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| If someway they had seen and knew
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| How it would be for me and you
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| They’d wish for love like yours
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| And they would wish for love like mine
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| Before my time |