| Oh, the glory of true love
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| Is a wild and precious thing
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| It don’t grow on old magnolias
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| Or only blossom in the spring
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| No, the glory of true love
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| Is it will last your whole life through
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| Never will go out of fashion
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| Always will look good on you
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| You can climb the highest mountain
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| Touch the moon and stars above
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| But old faithful’s just a fountain
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| Compared to the glory of true love
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| Long before I met you, darlin'
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| Lord, I thought I had it all
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| I could have my lunch in London
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| And my dinner in St. Paul
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| I got some friends in Albuquerque
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| Where the governor calls me «Gov»
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| You can give 'em all to goodwill
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| For the glory of true love
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| You can climb the highest mountain
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| Touch the moon and stars above
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| But old faithful’s just a fountain
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| Compared to the glory of true love
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| Glory, glory, glory, glory
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| You can’t never get enough
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| Time alone will tell the story
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| Of the glory of true love
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| Glory, glory, glory, glory
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| You can’t never get enough
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| Time alone will tell the story
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| Of the glory of true love |