| Those romantic movies never did appeal to me,
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| Seemed too unreal to me to ever be quite true,
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| And all those singer’s love songs that went by me then,
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| They have no meaning when I hear them now with you
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| And all I want to do is sing about you
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| And give your days the sunshine you give mine
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| With you, loving you is easier than breathing
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| With you, I’ll never sing another song about leaving
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| And those books of poetry would always leave me cold
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| They were so much too bold for me to understand
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| But now you read them to me by the fireside
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| They warm me deep inside and I hold your hand
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| And All I want to do is sing about you
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| And give your days the sunshine you give mine
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| With you, loving you is easier than breathing
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| With you, I’ll never sing another song about leaving
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| It someone would have told me, that I would be behaving like I am
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| I would have left them far away, but that was yesterday
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| But here I am…
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| With you, loving you is easier than breathing
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| Honey with you, I’ll never sing another song about leaving
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| I’ll never never sing, I’ll never never sing,
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| never never sing, another song about leaving… |