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While she lays sleeping |
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I stay out late at night and play my songs |
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And sometimes all the nights can be so long |
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And it's good when |
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I can finally make it home |
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All alone |
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While she lays dreaming |
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I try to get undressed without the light |
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And quietly she says "how was your night?" |
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And I come to her and say "it was all right" |
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And I hold her tight |
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And she believes in me |
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I'll never know just what she sees in me |
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I told her someday if she was my girl |
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I could change the world with my little songs |
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I was wrong |
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While she lays waiting |
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I stumble to the kitchen for a bite |
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Then I see my old guitar in the night |
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Just waiting for me like a secret friend |
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And there's no end |
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While she lays crying |
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I fumble with a melody or two |
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And I'm torn between the things that |
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I should do |
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And she says to wake her up when |
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I am through |
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God her love is true |
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And she believes in me |
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I'll never know just what she sees in me |
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I told her someday if she was my girl |
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I could change the world with my little songs |
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I was wrong |
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But she has faith in me |
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And so I go on trying faithfully |
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And who knows, maybe on some special night |
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If my song is right |
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I will find a way |
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While she waits |
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While she waits for me |
