When the sky is falling from above you
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And the wind is raging from the coast
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And you want someone who truly loves you
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I will be the one who loves you the most
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When the masquerade and burlesque balls
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Become too ordinary to boast
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You complain about the parade and curtain calls
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I will be the one who loves you the most
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Yeah, I will be the one who loves you the most
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When the women with their stolen graces
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Don¡¯t invite you to play host
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To their daughters with fake faces
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I will be the one who loves you the most
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When all the debutantes desert you
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And all the doorways are all closed
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And all the harlequins have hurt you
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I will be the one who loves you the most
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I will be the one who loves you the most
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When your suitors sneering swank beside you
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And leave you hollow like a ghost
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And you just want somebody to confide to
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I will be the one who loves you the most
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I will be the one who loves you the most
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See, when you forgive your imperfections
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And you¡¯ve auctioned all your clothes
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And look to see your true reflection
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You will be the one who loves you the most
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You will be the one who loves you the most
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You will be the one who loves you the most
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The One Who Loves You The Most
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| Brett Dennen |
