| Whenever skies look gray to me
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| And troubles begin to brew
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| Whenever the winter winds become too strong
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| I concentrate on you
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| When fortune cries nay, nay to me
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| And people declare we’re through
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| Whenever the blues become my only song
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| I concentrate on you
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| On your smile so sweet, so tender
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| When at first my kiss you decline
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| Oh, the light in your eyes when you surrender
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| And once again our arms intertwine
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| And so when wise men say to me
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| That love’s young dreams never come true
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| To prove that even wise men can be wrong
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| I concentrate on you
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| Your smile so sweet, so tender
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| When at first my kiss you decline
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| Oh, the light in your eyes when you surrender
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| And once again our arms intertwine
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| And so when wise men say to me
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| That love’s young dreams never come true
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| To prove that even wise men can be wrong
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| I concentrate on you
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| I concentrate and concentrate on you |