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You sit where i sit |
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Admit the things that i admit |
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You hold them in the palm of your hand |
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You hold me too |
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You keep familiar lights |
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With strangers looking in tonight |
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Suddenly somehow i've become |
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The strangest one |
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CHORUS |
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Maybe i am not the only one |
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To give what you give back to you |
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But it's your turn to get your own love song |
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Every mother has been a child too |
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And every singer should be sung to |
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I fight against that space |
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That others filled and i faced |
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But your gravity has brought my towards the earth |
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Now i'm your moon |
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CHORUS |
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Every teacher has been a student too |
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And every singer should be sung to |
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Once and a while you get pulled across the aisle |
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This view is saving me |
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Even if you can't see |
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Oh this view in me |
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CHORUS |
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'cause every listener wants to be heard too |
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And every singer should be sung |
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Should be sung to |
