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I'm finding it funny our future feels lighter |
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Despite all the weight and the bits of bad news |
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I will get stronger and you will get healthy |
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Like two child stars who nail their cues |
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Each scene is acted and beautifully Crafted, with rhythm and reason |
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That's brilliantly true |
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The credits are rolling the crowd is |
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Applauding there will be nothing |
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But four star reviews |
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We love you we love you |
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We love you we love you |
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We love you we love you |
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We want you back home |
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Please understand |
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That there is no need to worry |
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Perfectly able of running the show |
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We love you we love you |
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We love you we love you |
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We love you we love you |
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We want back home |
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In the town where I grew up |
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There was no one else |
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Just the both of us |
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With two tin cans and a length of string |
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That carried the words from you to me |
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So we sat and we talked |
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About sharing our days in every way |
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On a big pink porch with a broken swing |
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Sitting arm and arm |
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And resting cheek to cheek |
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We'd blink our eyes, exchange a smile |
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Knowing that this is the rest of our lives |
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This is love |
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I remember the day that the spot was found |
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The kids moved back just to help us out |
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You held yourself with such dignity |
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Saying: "The last thing I want |
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Is to burden you three," |
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He would draw, and she would read |
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And I would pray |
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And the pets would sleep |
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I know that time wasn't so easy |
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But to me we never felt more like a family |
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This is love |
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After some time things got a little hard |
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So we checked you in |
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And kept checking your charts |
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I wonder if any part of you knew |
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That two weeks later we'd be sharing the room |
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So we sat and we talked about how we spent our years |
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With the laughter and tears |
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On big white beds with old gray sheets |
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It was just like being back on that swing |
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This is love |
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In the town where I grew up |
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There was no one else |
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Just the both of us |
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On a big pink porch with a broken swing |
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Sitting arm and arm |
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And resting cheek to cheek |
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Now this is love |
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We want you back home |
