If there should be the faintest traces
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Of you in my summer sky
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My heart would pound and race
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And people ask me why
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Did I pull those funny faces
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When I walk by the waterside
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I look for things to say
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And still I find you
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I won't give up
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Don't talk of giving up
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And every night I swear I've finished
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And when I rise to face the day
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Resolve just fades away
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And so it follows
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Trying to find strength of purpose
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I place temptation out of reach
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Then search in every niche
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Until I find you
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I won't give up
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Don't talk of giving up
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I won't give it up--Love this world
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No thoughts of giving up oh no no no no no
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Perhaps its only saints who suffer
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For those needs to which we're slaved
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This roaad Iwalk is paved with good intentions
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The final choice hangs on a wire
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And there's no room for feet to stray
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The piper waits for pay
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And still I find you
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I won't give up
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Don't talk of giving up
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I won't give up--Love this world
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No thoughts of giving up oh no no no no no
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I won't give it up--Love this world
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Don't talk of giving up
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I won't give it up--Love this world
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No thoughts on giving up
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Giving Up
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| Men At Work |
