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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 a man 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 |
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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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and you and I would simply fly away |
