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All I can see is black & white & white & pink |
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And play it to blue |
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Then lay between the words I think |
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That picture that i was meaning to send her |
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You, i couldn't tell if i bring my art |
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The way I started |
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Writing this letter to you |
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If i could, you know i would |
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Just hold your hand & you'd understand |
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I'm the man who loves you |
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All I can be is a busy sea of |
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Spinning wheels & hands that feel |
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For stone to throw |
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And feet that run |
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That come back home and |
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makes no difference, ever ya know |
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Makes no difference ever known to me |
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If i could, you know i would |
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Just hold your hand & you'd understand |
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I'm the man who loves you |
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All I can see is black & white & white & pink |
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And play it to blue |
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Then lay between the words I think |
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That picture that i was meaning to send her |
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You, i couldn't tell if i bring my art |
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The way I started |
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Writing this letter to you |
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If i could, you know i would |
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If i could, you know i would |
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If i could, you know i would |
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I'm the man who loves you |
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I'm the man who loves you |
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I'm the man who loves you |
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I'm the man who loves you |
