| I know a lady with a face like tasty wine
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| And if I was someone else, I’d wish that she was mine
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| No, I won’t drink too much with her
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| I’ll never fall in love
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| 'cos I might realize, that’s all I’m looking for
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| My pretty lady, your smile could stop a war
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| And the blood that flows through your hair
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| Melts everyones despair
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| Your charm drownes all my misery, you’ve never been unkind
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| I think that I’ll be there for you anytime
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| I’ll be the sun that’s on your face
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| I’ll be the tears along your ways
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| Feed you with candy-pies and lullabies of better times
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| I’ll be the sun that’s on your face
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| I’ll be the arms right around your waist
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| If you should fall from grace
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| I’d always be your silent trace
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| The sun that’s on your face'
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| The sun that’s shining on your face'
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| You know nothing is perfect
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| And noone stays the same
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| No, I’ve got no illusions
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| I’m prepared to lose this game
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| A fire that can light my way
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| Could also burn me up
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| But what good is a candle when its flame is out
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| I’ll be the sun that’s on your face'
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| And when you need a lady you always speak these words |
| You sing a song and change the world
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| But only time can prove what I said to you
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| And sometimes I hear myself say:
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| I’ll be the sun that’s on your face' |