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If a picture paints a thousand words, |
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Then why can't I paint you? |
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The words will never show the you I've come to know. |
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If a face could launch a thousand ships, |
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Then where am I to go? |
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There's no one home but you, |
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You're all that's left me too. |
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And when my love for life is running dry, |
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You come and pour yourself on me. |
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If I* could be two places at one time, |
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I'd be with you. |
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Tomorrow and today, beside you all the way. |
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If the world should stop revolving spinning slowly down to die, |
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I'd spend the end with you. |
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And when the world was through, |
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Then one by one the stars would all go out, |
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Then you and I would simply fly away. |
