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While she lay, sleeping |
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I stay out, late at night and play my song |
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And sometimes, all the nights can be so long |
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And it's good when I finally make it home, all alone |
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While she lies, dreaming |
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I try to get undressed without the light |
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Then quietly, she says, "How was your night?" |
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And I come to her and say, "It was all right", 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, 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, I will find a way |
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While she lies, 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 and there's no end |
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While she lies, crying |
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I fumble with a melody or two |
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Then I'm torn between the things that I should do |
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Then she says, to wake her up when 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, 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, I will find a way while she waits |
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While she waits for me |
