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I wanted to write you a song |
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A song you could sing forever |
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And I wanted to rhyme |
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And to bend phrase and time |
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Into something clever |
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But you deserve something better |
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If I could make all the mountains |
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Spell your name |
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And all the old streetcars |
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Dance in the rain |
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And promise to hold you |
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For all of my days |
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I t wouldn't be enough |
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To show you my love |
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I wanted to write you a verse |
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Of all the things that I love in you |
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Of your beautiful smile |
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And the truth in your eyes |
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And the way you always knew |
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That you deserved something better |
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If I could make all the mountains |
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Spell your name |
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And all the old streetcars |
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Dance in the rain |
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And promise to hold you |
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For all my days |
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It wouldn't be enough |
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To show you my love |
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And when I'm ugly |
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I know you love me |
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And you all of me |
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And I wouldn't wish that on anyone |
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If I could make all the mountains |
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Spell your name |
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And all the old streetcars |
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Dance in the rain |
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And promise to hold you |
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For all my days |
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It wouldn't be enough |
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To show you my love |
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(Show you that I love ya) |
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Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhh... |
