| Ain’t nothing like the real thing, baby
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| Ain’t nothing like the real thing
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| Ain’t nothing like the real thing, baby
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| Ain’t nothing like the real thing
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| I got your picture hangin' on the wall
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| But it can’t see or come to me 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 when you’re not near
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| But they don’t move me
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| They don’t groove me like when I hear
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| Your sweet voice whisperin' in my ear, ooh
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| Ain’t nothing like the real thing, baby
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| Ain’t nothing like the real thing
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| I play my game, a fantasy, I pretend but I’m not in reality
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| I need the shelter of your arms to comfort me
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| No other sound is quite the same as your name
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| No touch can do half as much to make me feel better
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| I got some memories to look back on
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| Though they help me when you’re gone I’m well aware
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| Nothin' can take the place of you bein' there
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| So glad we got the real thing, baby
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| So glad we got the real thing, no, no
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| Ain’t nothing like the real thing, baby
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| Ain’t nothing like the real thing
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| Ain’t nothing like the real thing, baby
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| Ain’t nothing like the real thing |