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To you it's just another day |
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When you see the sun you say |
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That's the way the day begins |
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And promises you make |
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Do you really mean to keep |
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Or are they words you say to fill the silent space |
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And when there's an empty moment |
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Won't you dedicate it to me |
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Or is it spent on burning incense |
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Or painting rooms in white |
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Lord won't you call me today just to say hello |
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Conversation is the name of the game |
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We got phone calls and letters |
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And brown paper parcels with |
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To My Baby |
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To my baby |
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To my baby |
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With all my love |
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And when there's an empty moment |
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Won't you dedicate it to me |
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Or is it spent on burning incense |
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Or painting rooms in white |
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Lord won't you call me today just to say hello |
