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All I can see is black and white and white and pink with blades of blue |
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That lay between the words I think on a page I was meaning to send |
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You, I couldn't tell if it bring my heart the way I wanted |
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When I started writing this letter to you |
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And if I could you know I would |
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Just hold your hand and 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 spinning wheels and hands that feel |
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For stones to throw and feet that run but they come back home |
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And make no difference ever known |
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Make no difference ever known to me |
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And if I could you know I would |
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Just hold your hand and you'd understand |
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I'm the man who loves you |
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All I can see is black and white and white and pink with blades of blue |
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That lay between the words I think on a page I was meaning to send |
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You, I couldn't tell if it bring my heart the way I wanted |
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When I started writing this letter to you |
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If I could you know I would |
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Just hold your hand and you'd understand |
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If I could you know I would |
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Just hold your hand and you'd understand |
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If I could you know I would |
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Just hold your hand and you'd understand |
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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 |
