| I’ve looked everywhere there is a love affair
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| I must replace, racing through the people chase
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| But still surrounded by memories of your face
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| They just don’t make 'em like you anymore
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| Not up in the mountains or down by the shore
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| Something shine in the fashion in the smile that you wore
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| They just don’t make 'em like you anymore
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| In the eyes of someone new I wait for a glimpse of you
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| But it’s never there, one among the precious few
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| Your kind of person is becoming so rare
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| They just don’t make 'em like you anymore
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| Like those white lace dresses at the second hand store
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| Or sweet old songs filtering out through the floor
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| They just don’t make 'em like you anymore
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| Fashion comes and the fashion goes
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| And the gossip magazines and the videos
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| A brand new actress on a screen
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| In a brand new style of clothes
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| But by any other name a rose is still a rose
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| And it grows in my memories
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| Wonder if you still are the same while I look for a remedy
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| Someone with a tender heart to clean your name
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| They just don’t make 'em like you anymore
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| It’s an easy thing to learn but so hard to ignore
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| Now I know exactly what I’m looking for
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| They just don’t make 'em like they made 'em before
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| They just don’t make 'em like you anymore |