| Now, how can it be
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| That a love carved out of caring
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| Fashioned by fate could suffer so hard
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| From the games played once too often
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| But making mistakes is a part of life’s imperfection
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| Born of the years
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| Is it so wrong to be human after all?
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| Drawn into the stream of undefined illusion
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| Those diamond dreams, they can’t disguise the truth
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| That there is something about you, baby, so right
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| I wouldn’t be without you, baby, tonight
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| If ever our love was concealed
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| No-one can say that we didn’t feel
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| A million things and a perfect dream of life
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| Gone, fragile but free
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| We remain tender together
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| If not so in love
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| And it’s not so wrong; |
| we’re only human after all
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| These changing years, they add to your confusion
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| Oh and you need to hear the time that told the truth
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| You know, there’s something about you, baby, so right
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| I wouldn’t be without you, baby, tonight
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| Because there’s something about you, baby, so right
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| I couldn’t live without you, baby, tonight
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| Something about you, the way you are, so right
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| I wouldn’t be without you here tonight
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| There’s something about you, the way you are so right
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| I couldn’t live without you here tonight |