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Her verse is formed by the light in her eyes |
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She's taking control, moving my soul with her bridge of sighs |
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Her chorus is love's counterpart |
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Her teardrops can sing to my heart |
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Her song grows intense by the hour |
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And her power is in the magic of the chords |
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Her whispers of love shape a sweet flowing melody |
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Her heartbeat at night, her breath of life in our symphony |
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And when the orchestra plays |
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Sinfonia concertante |
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Causing my soul to devour |
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All the power is in the magic of the chords |
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Her stanza of hope |
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Perpetual rhythm and majesty |
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Her song gives life |
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Weaving my dreams in her tapestry |
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Lord, she's baring her soul to me |
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Her promise of love strummed on a gentle mandolin |
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Her concerto's embrace composed with the grace of a violin |
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When the finale arrives |
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I'll fight with the will to survive |
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Her song has the strength to empower |
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Because her power is in the magic of the chords |
