How? How can it be
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That a love, carved out of caring
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Fashioned by fate, could suffer so hard
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From the game played much too often
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But making mistakes
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Is a part of life's imperfections
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Born of the years, it's not so wrong
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To be human after all
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Drawn into the stream of undefined illusion
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Those diamond dreams, they can't disguise the truth
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That there is something about you, baby
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So right
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I couldn't be without you, baby
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Tonight
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If ever our love was concealed
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No-one could say
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That you didn't feel a million things
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In a perfect dream of life
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Gone, fragile but free
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We remain tender together
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If not so in love; it's not so wrong
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We're only human after all
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These changing years, they add to your confusion
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But you need to hear the time that told the truth
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There is something about you, baby
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So right
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I couldn't be without you, baby
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Tonight
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It's what makes the world go round
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It's what makes the rivers flow, and
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It's what makes the sparrows sing, and
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It's what makes the flowers grow, and
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It's what gives the babies breath, and
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It's what gives the sun its shine, and
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It's what makes the Phillies play
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Something About You
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Anthony David |