| I would like to give you a song.
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| Not the one that goes you must never leave me baby
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| And I hate to see you go.
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| Not the one with a refrain
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| About your loving arms again,
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| So I’ll celebrate your beauty.
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| But the words are hard to find.
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| They’ve been used a hundred times
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| And somehow don’t belong.
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| Still I would like to give you a song.
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| I would like to give you a song.
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| Not the kind baby you must take me to the sea,
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| I know where the ocean lies.
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| I don’t want to tell you that my heart belongs to Daddy,
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| It is you who are my prize.
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| Maybe I should sing of how your love thrills me here and now.
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| That you are, when you are there, the way you are.
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| But the clichés have their way.
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| Everything I try to say seems wrong.
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| Still I would like to give you a song. |