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Many a tear have to fall |
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But it's all in the game |
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All in the wonderful game |
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That we know as love |
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You have words with him |
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And your future's looking dim |
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But these things |
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Your hearts can rise above |
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Once in a while he will call |
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But it's all in the game |
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Soon he'll be there at your side |
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With a sweet bouquet |
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And he'll kiss your lips |
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And caress your waiting fingertips |
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And your hearts will fly |
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Away |
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(Soon he'll be there at your side) |
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With a sweet bouquet |
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Then he'll kiss your lips |
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And caress your waiting fingertips |
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And your hearts will fly |
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Away |
