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I didn't say anything that I wanted to say to you |
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I got to talking and your eyes well they blew me away, yeah |
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Oh this is how I start |
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My love letter |
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But I may have missed my mark |
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My best seller |
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Here it goes my friend |
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I need to see you again and then |
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I'll show you what you do to me |
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You're like finding the holy city |
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Right there in front of my eyes |
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Setting me free, yeah I'm ready |
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To get up on your wailing wall |
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I'm always on the run and I hate copy paste for god's sake |
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After my confession well I |
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I'm feeling freer than the wind |
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But then I start to shut it down fearing |
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I'm wondering what it would have been |
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If I had only, only I have no command |
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Over tomorrow, so I may as well be grand |
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And shoot my arrow |
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'Cause the ocean's wide but I can swim it |
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The tide is high, want to get in it |
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I feel the fire, come on let's fan it |
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You ask me why, 'cause every minute with you |
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Is like finding the holy city |
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Right there in front of my eyes |
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Waiting for me, yeah I'm ready |
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Oh, oh, oh |
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You're like finding the holy city |
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Right there in from of my eyes |
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Waiting for me, yeah I'm ready |
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To get up on your wailing wall |
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I can't feel it |
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Oh, I can't feel it anymore |
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I can't, I can't, I can't feel it anymore |
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You're like finding the holy city |
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Right there in front of my eyes |
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Setting me free, yeah I'm ready |
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Oh, oh, oh |
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You're like finding the holy city |
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Right there in from of my eyes |
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Waiting for me, yeah I'm ready |
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To get up on your wailing |
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Up on your wailing |
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Up on your wailing wall |
