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Well I've heard those city singers singin 'bout how they can love |
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Deeper than the oceans, higher than the stars above |
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Well I come from the country and I know I ain't seen it all |
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But I heard that ocean's salty and the stars they sometimes fall |
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And that would not do justice to the way I feel for you |
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So I have to sing a song about all the things I knew |
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My love is deeper than the holler, stronger than the river |
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Higher than the pine trees growin' tall upon the hill |
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My love is purer than the snowflakes that fall in late December |
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And honest as a robin on a springtime window sill |
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And longer than the song of a whippoorwill |
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From the backroads to the Broadway shows with a million miles between |
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There's a least a million love songs that people love to sing |
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And everyone is different and everyone's the same |
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An' this is just another way of sayin' the same thing |
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My love is deeper than the holler, stronger than the river |
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Higher than the pine trees growin' tall upon the hill |
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My love is purer than the snowflakes that fall in late December |
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And honest as a robin on a springtime window sill |
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And longer than the song of a whippoorwill |
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My love is deeper than the holler, stronger than the river |
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Higher than the pine trees growin' tall upon the hill |
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My love is purer than the snowflakes that fall in late December |
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And honest as a robin on a springtime window sill |
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And longer than the song of a whippoorwill |
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A whippoorwill |
