| I’ve been loving you a long time
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| Down all the years, down all the days
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| And I’ve cried for all your troubles
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| Smiled at your funny little ways
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| We watched our friends grow up together
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| And we saw them as they fell
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| Some of them fell into heaven
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| And some of them fell into hell
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| I took shelter from a shower
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| And I stepped into your arms
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| On a rainy night in Soho
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| The wind was whistling all its charms
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| I sang you all my sorrows
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| And you told me all your joys
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| Whatever happened to that old song
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| To all those little girls and boys
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| Those little girls and boys
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| Now the song is nearly over
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| We may never find out what it means
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| But there’s a light I hold before me And you’re the measure of my dreams
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| The measure of my dreams |