(Pamela Phillips, Don Costa)
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[Recorded September 10, 1981, New York]
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I know there were a hundred ways to tell her I loved her
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It's funny how they're all so clear today
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And when her face was burning with sadness and yearning
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I don't know why I turned my eyes away
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But it's so easy looking at the game the morning after
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Adding up the kisses and the laughter
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Knowing how you'd play it if the chance to play it over ever came
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But then, a Monday morning quarterback never lost a game
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The room was so alive with all her feelings and longings
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I saw the spark of danger in her eyes
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Well, how would it have hurt me if I'd turned back and held her?
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A moment passes, something lovely dies
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But it's so easy looking at the game the morning after
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Adding up the kisses and the laughter
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Knowing how you'd play it if the chance to play it over ever came
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But then, a Monday morning quarterback never lost a game
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[instrumental-French horns-first two lines of chorus]
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Yes, it's easier to win it when you know you'd never play it quite the same
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But then, this Monday morning quarterback never lost a game
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Monday Morning Quarterback
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Frank Sinatra |