| All the world over I’ve searched for a dream.
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| I’ve found out that life is not what it seems.
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| I’ve seen all the wonders the world has to give
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| But all that is real is you.
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| All of the silver and all of the gold
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| Seems worthless to me, lifeless and cold,
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| I’ve known all the treasure a man can possess
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| But all that is real is you.
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| So bring me back home
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| My love — my love,
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| Oh how I need you.
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| Take me back home
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| My love — my love,
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| Oh how I love you.
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| Even the place where my heart used to fly,
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| The warm summer breeze, the wild seabird’s cry,
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| All are illusions and all just a dream
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| 'Cos all that is real is you.
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| So bring me back home
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| My love — my love,
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| Oh how I need you.
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| Take me back home
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| My love — my love,
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| Oh how I love you.
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| All over the world I’ve searched for a dream.
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| I’ve found out that life is not what it seems.
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| I’ve seen all the wonders the world has to give
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| But all that is real is you
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| 'Cos all that is real is you. |