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Close to you, I will always stay.
Close to you, though you're far away.
You'll always be near as though you were here by my side.
No matter where - in my dreams I'll find you there
Close to me, sharing you're caress.
Can't you see you're my happiness?
Wherever you go, my heart will go, too.
What can I do?
It only wants to be close to you.
Close to me, sharing you're caress.
Can't you see you're my happiness?
Wherever you go, my heart will go, too.
What can I do?
If you knew the joys you bring
How my hungry heart would sing
If only we could be close to you.
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What is there to write? What is there to say?
Same things happen everyday, not a thing to write, not a thing to say,
So I take my pen in hand and start the same old way.
Dear, I thought I'd drop a line, the weather's cool, the folks are fine,
I'm in bed each night at nine, P. S. I love you.
Yesterday we had some rain, but all in all, I can't complain,
Was it just beyond the train, P. S. I love you.
Write to the Browns just as soon as you're able,
They came around to call, and I burned a hole in the dining room table,
And let me see, I guess that's all.
Nothing else for me to say, and so I'll close but by the way,
Everybody's thinking of you, P. S. I love you.
I do my best to obey all your wishes, I put a sign up "Think"
But I gotta buy us a new set of dishes, or wash the ones that are piled in the sink.
Nothing else to tell you dear, except each day seems like a year,
Every night I'm dreaming of you, P. S. I love you.
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Love locked out in all the cold and rain,
Love locked out may never come again,
Love locked out and weeping bitter tears,
But no one ever hears love calling.
Though we need the precious gift it brings,
We don't heed the song of love it sings,
On the door love beats its tiny wings,
Just love locked out.
A world without love is a world without life,
A sad world full of gloom,
So please make a place there for love in your heart,
It does not need much room.
Love is well worth the waiting for,
When it comes knocking at your door,
Fling it wide, for love locked out will come
No more, no more.
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Black cats creep across my path until I'm almost mad
I must have roused the Devil's wrath 'cause all my luck is bad
I make a date for golf and can bet your life it rains
I try to give a party but the guy upstairs complains
I guess I'll go thru life just catchin' colds and missin' trains
Everything happens to me
I never miss a thing, I've had the measles and the mumps
And every time I play an ace, my partner always trumps
I guess I'm just a fool who never looks before he jumps
Everything happens to me
At first my heart thought you could break this jinx for me
That love would turn the trick to end despair
But now I just can't fool this head that thinks for me
So I've mortgaged all my castles in the air
I've telegraphed and phoned, sent an Air Mail Special, too
You answer was "Goodbye", there was even postage due
I fell in love just once and then it had to be with you
Everything happens to me
I've never drawn a sweepstake or a bank night at a show
I thought perhaps this time I'd won but Lady Luck said "No"
And though it breaks my heart I'm not surprised to see you go
Everything happens to me
Everything happens to me
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Your sweet expression, the smile you gave me, the way you looked when we met,
It's easy to remember, but so hard to forget.
I hear you whisper, I'll always love you, I know it's over and yet,
It's easy to remember, but so hard to forget.
So I must dream to have your hands caress me, fingers press me tight,
I'd rather dream than have that lonely feeling stealing through the night.
Each little moment is clear before me, and though it brings me regret,
It's easy to remember but so hard to forget.
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Don't like good-byes, tears or sighs
I'm not too good at leaving time
I've got no taste for grieving time
No, no, not me
You've been my near ones, always my dear ones
I never thought that I would find
Another love, a different kind
But it came to be
Well if you think I'm telling you lies
Go try your luck and look into her eyes
But remember, you must remember she's mine
And my world overhead has a clear new shine
Don't want to leave you
Sorry to grieve you
It's traveling time, and I must move on
Found the girl (gal) to lean upon
And if I could arrange it
Oh would I care to chance it - not me
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I think of you with every breath I take, with every breeze that wanders by.
And your name is a song, I'll remember the long years through.
I breathe your name with every breath I take, and every breath becomes a sigh.
Not a sigh of despair, but a sigh that I'll always care.
Even now as I walk through the garden, seems that I hear love say:
"Some day, some way."
And when I sleep you keep my heart awake,
And when I wake from dreams divine, every breath that I take
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You were my adored one,
Then you became the bored one,
And I was like a toy that brought you joy one day,
A broken toy that you preferred to throw away.
If I expected love when first we kissed,
Blame it on my youth.
If only just for you I did exist,
Blame it on my youth.
I believed in everything,
Like a child of three.
You meant more than anything,
All the world to me.
If you were on my mind both night and day,
Blame it on my youth.
If I forgot to eat and sleep and pray,
Blame it on my youth.
And if I cried a little bit when first I learned the truth,
Don't blame it on my heart,
Blame it on my youth.
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Hide your heart from sight, lock your dreams at night
It could happen to you
Don't count stars or you might stumble
Someone drops a sigh and down you tumble
Keep an eye on spring, run when church bells ring
It could happen to you
All I did was wonder how your arms would be
And it happened to me
Keep an eye on spring, run when church bells ring
It could happen to you
All I did was wonder how your arms would be
And it happened to me
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I've had my moments, I will confess,
My fleeting moments of tenderness,
I sang of true love, I've played guitars,
Then found a new love 'neath tropical stars.
This time's the last time, this time it's new,
Love as a pastime for me is through,
I've had my moments, my big bad moments,
But now my one big moment is you.
I sang of true love, and I've played guitars,
Then found a new love 'neath tropical stars.
This time's the last time, this time it's new,
Love as a pastime for me is through,
I've had my moments, my big bad moments,
But now my one big moment is you.
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I couldn't sleep a wink last night
Because we had that silly fight
I thought my heart would break the whole night through,
I knew that you'd be sorry,
And I am sorry too,
I didn't have my favorite dream,
The one in which I hold you tight,
I had to call you up this morning
To see if everything was still all right,
Yes, I had to call you up this morning
'Cause I couldn't sleep a wink last night,
I didn't have my favorite dream,
The one in which I hold you tight
I had to call you up this morning
To see if everything was still all right,
Yes, I had to call you up this morning
Cause I couldn't Sleep A Wink Last Night
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So I walked a little too fast, and I drive a little too fast,
And I'm reckless it's true, but what else can you do
At the end of a love affair?
So I talk a little too much, and I laugh a little too much,
And my voice is too loud when I'm out in a crowd,
So that people are apt to stare.
Do they know, do they care,
That it's only that I'm lonely, and low as can be,
And the smile on my face isn't really a smile at all.
So I smoke a little too much, and I drink a little too much,
And the tunes I request are not always the best,
But the ones where the trumpets blare,
So I go at a maddening pace,
And I pretend that it's taking her place,
But what else can you do at the end of a love affair?
So I smoke a little too much, and I drink a little too much,
And the tunes I request are not always the best,
But the ones where the trumpets blare,
So I go at a maddening pace,
And I pretend that it's taking her place,
But what else can you do at the end of a love affair?
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