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She was raised along the salty sea |
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Nursed on hope and fairytales |
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I was just as lonesome as could be |
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My notebooks and no one else |
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Then one day she caught my eye |
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Her beauty was a language that I could not speak |
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She brought the sea to a landlocked boy |
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Held my heart, taught me joy |
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And I'm hers completely |
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Ever and always |
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I don't know a lot but that never stopped my mouth |
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A soapbox lull of injured pride |
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She had the confidence and grace to hear me out |
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Then kindly countered with a smile |
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See, I was trapped in black and white |
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Her beauty spoke of colors I had never seen |
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She brought the stars to a landlocked boy |
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Held my heart, taught me joy |
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And I'm hers completely |
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Ever and always |
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Love is motion, love is action |
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Love is choosing someone other than yourself |
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Love is freedom, rest and passion |
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The heights of pain and healing tower |
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Like a mountaintop above everyone else |
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And I'm yours... completely... |
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She brought the stars to a landlocked boy |
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Held my heart, taught me joy |
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And I'm hers completely |
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Ever and always |
