ONCE IN EVERY LIFE
SOMEONE COMES ALONG
AND YOU CAME TO ME
IT WAS ALMOST
LIKE A SONG
YOU WERE IN MY ARMS
RIGHT WHERE
YOU BELONG
AND WE WERE SO IN LOVE
IT WAS ALMOST
LIKE A SONG
JANUARY THROUGH
DECEMBER
WE HAD
SUCH A PERFECT YEAR
THEN THE FLAME
BECAME A DYING EMBER
ALL AT ONCE
YOU WEREN'T HERE
NOW MY BROKEN HEART
CRIES FOR YOU
EACH NIGHT
AND IT'S ALMOST
LIKE A SONG
BUT IT'S MUCH TOO SAD
TO WRITE
NOW MY BROKEN HEART
CRIES FOR YOU
EACH NIGHT
AND IT'S ALMOST
LIKE A SONG
BUT IT'S MUCH TOO SAD
TO WRITE
IT'S TOO SAD TO WRITE