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I'll no longer hide it |
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Yes, you move me to tears |
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Over and over |
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Every time I get it settled, you excite it |
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Every time I get my face dry, you sing |
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It's not meant to be a strife |
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It's not meant to be a struggle uphill |
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Now I know, so now I no longer fight it |
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Come on in little floating head at the door |
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Who are you? Who are you |
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Who has come to fill my room |
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Well come on, welcome in |
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It's not meant to be a strife |
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It's not meant to be a struggle uphill |
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I'll no longer hide it |
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Yes, the way you say it stirs me to the core |
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Every time, no matter what |
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No matter who I think you are |
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Every time I hear you say undo I do |
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And the tears fall |
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And the universe is shown |
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But who are you, voice in headphones? |
