| I often wonder if he ever thinks of me
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| At least in his dreams like I do
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| Does he lay there with a blank stare, daydreaming like I do?
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| Does he go through it, too?
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| That’s the price of lovin' you
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| So I’ll be laying here waiting
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| For a sign, a sign, a saying
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| Telling me that, that dreams do come true
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| That’s the price of lovin' you
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| Lovin' you
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| Does he think of holdin' hands, or kissing me
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| At least in his head, just like me?
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| Does he hold my picture closely
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| To his chest imagining that it’s my heartbeat?
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| Does he pay the price of loving me?
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| So I’ll be laying here waiting
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| For a sign, a sign, a saying
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| Telling me that, that dreams do come true
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| All the fancy jewelry, expensive things
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| Are way out of my range
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| And I know that usually he gets all of these things
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| But all I can offer is love
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| So I’ll be laying here waiting
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| For a sign, a sign, a saying
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| Telling me that, that dreams do come true
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| That’s the price of lovin' you
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| Baby, lovin' you
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Lovin' you
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| Guess that’s the price of lovin' you |