[Chorus:]
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Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby
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Ain't nothing like the real thing
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Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby
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Ain't nothing like the real thing
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I've got your picture hanging on the wall
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But it can't see or come to me
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When I call your name
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I realize it's just a picture in a frame
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I read your letters when you're not here
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But they don't move me and they don't groove me
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Like hwen I hear your sweet voice
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Whispering in my ear
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[Chorus]
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I play my game of fantasy
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And I pretend that I'm not in reality
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I need shelter
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Of your arms to comfort me
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No other sound
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Is quite the same as your name
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No touch can do quite as much
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To make me feel better
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So let's stay together
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I've got the memories to look back on
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And though they help me when you're gone
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I'm well aware
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But nothing can take the place of your being there
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So glad we've got the real thing, baby
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So glad we've got the real thing
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Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby
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Ain't nothing like the real thing
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Ain't Nothing Like The Real Thing
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| Barry Manilow |
