Ev-er-y night  I'm ly-in' in bed,
hold-in' you close in my dreams;
think-in' a-bout all the things that we said and
com-in' a-part at the seams.
We try to talk it o-ver
but the words come out too rough;
I know you were try-in' to give me the best of your
love.
Beau-ti-ful faces and loud emp-ty places,
look at the way that we live;
wast-in' our time on cheap talk and wine
left us so lit-tle to give.
That same old crowd was like a cold dark cloud
that we could nev-er rise a-bove;
but here in my heart I give you the best of my
love.
Oh, sweet dar-lin',
you get the best of my love,
oh, sweet dar-lin',
you get the best of my love.
I'm go-in' back in time and it's a
sweet dream;
it was a qui-et night and I would
be all right if I could go on sleep-ing.
But ev-'ry morn-in' I wake up and wor-ry
what's gon-na hap-pen to-day;
you see it your way,
and I see it mine,
but we both see it slip-pin' a-way.
You know we al-ways had each oth-er, ba-by,
I guess that was-n't e-nough;
oh, but here in my heart
I give you the best of my love.
Oh, sweet dar-lin',
you get the best of my love.
Oh, sweet dar-lin',
you get the best of my love.
Oh, sweet dar-lin',
you get the best of my love.
Oh, sweet dar-lin',
you get the best of my love.

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