| I know it’s not your passion
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| To stand and stake your claim
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| So I don’t lay no claim on you
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| Though most love’s not lasting
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| When profit can be gained
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| Love still remains the thing that gets us through
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| You’re my highly prized possession
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| You’re more precious to me
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| Than I thought love could be
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| You’re my highly prized possession
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| Ain’t no question of cost
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| Could ever measure the loss if I lost you
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| Quality of mercy is such a heavy thing
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| At times the way we bear the constant stress
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| And the value of compassion
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| There’s no price it can bring
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| So darling let me say this just the same
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| You’re my highly prized possession
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| You’re more precious to me
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| Than I thought love could be
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| You’re my highly prized possession
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| There’re ain’t no ransom on earth
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| That could ever measure the word of loving you
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| There’s only one thing I have left to say
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| Yes there’s only one thing I have left to say
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| You’re my highly prized possession
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| You’re more precious to me
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| Than I thought love could be
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| You’re my highly prized possession
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| Ain’t no question of cost
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| Could ever measure the loss if I lost you
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| There’s only one thing I have left to say
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| Yes there’s only one thing I have left to say
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| You’re my highly prized possession
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| You’re more precious to me
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| Than I thought love could be
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| You’re my highly prized possession
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| Ain’t no question of cost
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| Could ever measure the loss of losing you |