There will be many other nights like this,
And I'll be standing here with someone new.
There will be other songs to sing,
Another fall...another spring...
But there will never be another you.
There will be other lips that I may kiss,
But they won't thrill me like [F]yours used to [C7]do.
Yes, I may dream a million [C7]dreams,
But how can they come tɾue,
If there will never, ever be [Am]another you?
Yes, I may dream a million [C7]dreams,
But how can they come tɾue,
If there will never, ever be...
Another you?
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