(Fred Wise - Ben Weisman)
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Fame and fortune
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how empty they can be
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But when I hold you in my arms
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That's heaven to me
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Who cares for fame and fortune
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They're only passing things
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But the touch of your lips on mine
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Makes me feel like a king
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Your kind of love
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is a treasure I hold
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It's so much greater
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than silver or gold
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I know that I have nothing
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If you should go away
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But to know that you love me
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Brings fame and fortune my way
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Fame And Fortune
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| Elvis Presley |
