Sometimes on sundays
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I sit by the TV
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Watching sad movies alone
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When it gets to the part
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Where the little dog dies
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I cry
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Somtimes I think
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I was born just a little
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Behind or ahead of my time
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I live in a dream world
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Of caring and sharing
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And good guys and nobosy lies
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I'm a believer
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And much more than anything
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I belieeve in you
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You're not a deceiver
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And if you told me the ocean went dry
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I'd believe it was true
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So call me a hopeless romantic
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Because I can still believe
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I can still believe in true love
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ANd hopeless romantics
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Still can find a way
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To make true love last these days
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Hopeless Romantic
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| Betty Wright |
