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These long lonely evenings
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Here I am on the phone
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Wondering if she will call
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She said she would write me
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'Cause she knows I¡¯m alone
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But I hear nothing at all
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I'm waiting for a word of love from Sylvia.
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You think she'd never heard of love my Sylvia,
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But when I¡¯m with her Lord, I forgive her
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'Cause she's more than the whole world to me
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There's nothing like a word of love from Sylvia
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The only one I¡¯m thinking of is Sylvia
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Feeling so sad now, I'll be so glad now
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If I just had my Sylvia with me
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That old weepin' willow
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Seems to whisper her name
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Why did she go away
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The tears on my pillow
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They're not hard to explain
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There's nothing else I can say
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I'm waiting for a word of love from Sylvia.
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You think she'd never heard of love my Sylvia,
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But when I¡¯m with her Lord, I forgive her
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'Cause she's more than the whole world to me
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There's nothing in the world like Sylvia
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The only one I¡¯m thinking of is Sylvia
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Feeling so sad now, I'll be so glad now
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If I just had my Sylvia with me
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Sylvia
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| Elvis Presley |
