Every single time
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It becomes too much
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There's nothing I can say
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Or I can touch
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But the glory is, as it comes passing through,
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I know I will be there
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When green eyes turn blue
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It's the same for me
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Time appears to teach
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There is nothing quite beyond our reach
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Wits may sharpen up
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Their cuts and clever flays
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Let them squander all of them
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You brighten up my darkest gaze
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And as a consequence I can see out of the gloom
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That I gathered about myself
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That I thought would flatter me
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What the hell was the matter with me
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Every single time I approached despair
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I thought of your name and you were there
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I won't burden you
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As promises will do
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But I know I will be there
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When green eyes turn blue.
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When Green Eyes Turn Blue
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Elvis Costello |