Sometimes your eyes look blue to me,
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Although I know they're really green.
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I seem to see you dif-f'rent-ly;
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Changing as I'm treated kindly,
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or treated meanly.
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From moment to moment
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you're two different people,
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Faithful and warm, when I'm in your arms,
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And then, when you leave,
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You're so untrue.
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But...
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How-
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ever you are,
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Deep down whatever you are,
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Whoever you are, I love you.
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Sometimes, I feel you're mine alone,
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And yet I'm sure it's just not so.
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I get this feeling on my own;
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After I learn if you're staying,
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or if you're going.
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From moment to moment
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You're two dif-f'rent people,
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Someone I know as the man I love,
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Or the man I wish
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I never knew.
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But...
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How...
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ever you are,
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Deep down whatever you are,
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Whoever you are, I love you.
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Whoever You Are I Love You
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| Burt Bacharach |
