| Lying by your side I watch you sleeping
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| And in your face the sweetness of a child
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| Murmuring the dreams you won’t recapture
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| Though it will haunt the corners of you mind
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| Oh, I’ve lost you yes, I’ve lost you
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| I can’t reach you anymore
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| We ought to talk it over now
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| But reason can’t stand in for feeling
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| Who can tell when summer turns to autumn
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| And who can point the moment love grows cold
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| Softly without pain the joy is over
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| Though why it’s gone will neither of us know
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| Oh, I’ve lost you yes, I’ve lost you
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| I can’t reach you anymore
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| We ought to talk it over now
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| But reason can’t stand in for feeling, oh
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| Oh, I’ve lost you yes, I’ve lost you
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| I can’t reach you anymore
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| We ought to talk it over now
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| But reason can’t stand in for feeling
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| Six o’clock the baby will be crying
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| And you will stumble, sleeping to the door
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| In the chill and solemn gray of morning
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| We play the parts that we have learned too well
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| Oh, I’ve lost you yes, I’ve lost you
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| I can’t reach you anymore
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| We ought to talk it over now
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| But reason can’t stand in for feeling
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| I’ve lost you yes, I’ve lost you
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| I can’t reach you anymore
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| We ought to talk it over now
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| But reason can’t stand in for feeling, oh
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| Oh, I’ve lost you yes, I’ve lost you
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| I can’t reach you anymore
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| We ought to talk it over now
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| But reason can’t stand in for feeling, oh |