I’ve looked every where there is a love affair
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I must replace racing through the people chase
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But still surrounded by memories of your face.
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They just don’t make ‘em like you anymore
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Not up in the mountains or down by the shore
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Something shine in the fashion
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In the smile that you wore.
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They just don’t make ‘em like you anymore
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In the eyes of someone new
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I wait for a glance of you.
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But it’s never there
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Among the precious few
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Your kind of person is becoming so rare.
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They just don’t make ‘em like …
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Like those whiteless dresses
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At the second hand store
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Or sweet old songs filtering out through the floor.
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The fashion comes and the fashion goes
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And the gossip magazines and the videos
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A bran new actress on a screen
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In a brand new style of clothes
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But by any other name.
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A rose is still a rose
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And it grows in my memories
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Wonder if you still are the same
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While I look for a remedy
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Someone with a tender heart
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To clean your name.
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They just don’t …
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It’s an easy thing to learn, but so hard to ignore
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Now I know exactly what I’m looking for
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They just don’t make ‘em like they made ‘em before.
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They just don’t …
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They don't make 'em like you anymore
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| Kenny Rogers |
