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Our day will come
And we'll have everything. We'll share the joy Falling in love can bring. No one can tell me That I'm too young to know (young to know) I love you so (love you so) And you love me. Our day will come If we just wait a while. No tears for us - Think love and wear a smile. Our dreams have magic Because we'll always stay In love this way Our day will come. (Our day will come; our day will come.) [Break] Our dreams have magic Because we'll always stay In love this way. Our day will come. Our day will come. |
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(Burt Bacharach, Hal David)
The look of love Is in your eyes The look your smile cant disguise The look of love Is saying so much more Than just words could ever say And what my heart has heard Well it takes my breath away I can hardly wait to hold you Feel my arms around you How long I have waited Waited just to love you Now that I have found you Youve got the look of love Its on your face A look that time cant erase Be mine tonight Let this be just the start Of so many nights like this Lets take a lovers vow And then seal it with a kiss I can hardly wait to hold you Feel my arms around you How long I have waited Waited just to love you Now that I have found you Dont ever go I can hardly wait to hold you Feel my arms around you How long I have waited Waited just to love you Now that I have found you Dont ever go Dont ever go I love you so |
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(Kay Rogers, Richard Ahlert)
Sure you haven't got the wrong number You sure its me you wanna talk to tonight? Everyone in town's got your number Everybody's got you pegged right Is that why yu got in touch with me? I guess you must be runnin' out of fools When you went and left me there crying Your goodbye was even colder than ice It didn't bother you I was crying And now you wanna break my heart twice Is that why you got in touch with me? I guess you must be runnin' out of fools Guess you got back (guess you got) To my name In your little black book Well, listen Tell you what (tell you what) Bet you forgot (you forgot) How I even look So go ahead with all your sweet talking Go ahead for all the good it can do Have yourself a dime's worth of talking And then I'm gonna hang right up on you 'Cause this time, you're not You're not getting through to me I guess you must be runnin' out of fools Even fools like me Even fools like me I said you're running out of fools Even old fools like me |
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