| Ain’t nothing like the real thing, baby
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| Ain’t nothing like the real thing, no, no
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| Ain’t nothing like the real thing, baby
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| (Ain't nothing)
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| Ain’t nothing like the real thing
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| Ooh, I’ve got your picture
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| Hanging on the wall
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| But it can’t see or come to me
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| When I call your name
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| (When I call your name)
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| I realize it’s just a picture in a frame
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| I read your letters
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| When you’re not near
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| But they don’t move me
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| And they don’t groove me
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| Like when I hear
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| (When I hear your voice)
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| Your sweet voice
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| Whispering in my ear
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| (In my ear)
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| No other sound is quite the same
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| As your name
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| (Quite the same as your name)
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| Your touch can do half this much
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| To make me feel better
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| (So let’s stay together)
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| Ooh, I got memories to look back on
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| Though they help when you’re gone
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| I’m well aware
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| (I'm well aware)
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| Nothing can take the place of your being there
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| (Being there)
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| Ain’t nothing like the real thing, baby
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| (Ain't nothing)
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| Ain’t nothing like the real thing
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| Ooh, baby
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| Ain’t nothing like the real thing, baby
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| (Ain't nothing)
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| Ain’t nothing like the real thing
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| Ooh, baby
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| Ain’t nothing like the real thing, baby
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| Ain’t nothing like the real thing, yeah yeah… |