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I could be holding you all morning |
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And still holding you at noon |
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I could hope the day is coming |
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And I can hope it's coming soon |
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I can fantasize a fiction |
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And keep on dreaming it all night |
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'Cause the truth is I never tire |
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Of being squeezed with all your might |
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Every minute of the day |
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Outside the sky is falling |
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It can keep falling as it may |
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But whether the sun is shining |
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Or the clouds are wet and gray |
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If there's a blanket on the bed |
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And there's a flower in your hair |
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Truth is I won't complain |
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If we just stay right there |
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Every minute of the day |
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There's lots of work to do in Texas |
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And that's true all around |
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But sometimes we just must realize |
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To this bedpost we are bound |
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There are things that need to be discovered |
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They must be heard and felt and seen |
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Some will look to Asgard |
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But I'll look in between |
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Every minute of the day |
