| My dear how beaten, we’ve got to the end
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| Of the year, but time’s passing by
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| And we don’t know what the next will bring
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| My dear, you know that you’ve got my hand
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| And I feel that you will soon hear
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| That there’s a voice that whispers love
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| How will we get by?
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| How will we get by?
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| My dear don’t lose a second trying
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| To guess how, how we’ll get by
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| While I stay around
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| Squeeze my hand hard
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| And without a doubt
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| You know we’ll get by
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| You know we’ll get by
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| You know we’ll get by
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| You know we’ll get by
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| You know we’ll get by |