| They met at school, that’s how it goes
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| Some drinks and then a rose
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| Then plans to meet again
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| He wrote her poems, songs, and prose
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| She knew that he’d propose
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| She only wondered when
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| One night, before they went to bed
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| He kneeled on both knees
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| And this is what he said
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| I may not be wise
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| And I won’t save the day
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| But look in my eyes
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| And know I’ll always stay
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| And I won’t run away
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| I won’t run away
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| Some years went by, they had a child
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| He was funny, strange, and mild
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| Their love for him ran deep
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| Some nights, his dreams would drive him wild
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| So into bed, she piled
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| To help him fall asleep
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| One night, he couldn’t get to bed
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| So she kneeled on both knees
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| And this is what she said
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| I may not be wise
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| And I won’t save the day
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| But look in my eyes
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| And know I’ll always stay
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| And I won’t run away
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| I won’t run away
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| You say it’s safer on your own
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| You’d rather sleep alone
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| Then grow to need me there
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| But I hope now you can see
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| What my mom and dad showed me
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| I’m not going anywhere
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| I love you more and more each day
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| To love is not to leave
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| So hear me when I say
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| I may not be wise
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| And I won’t save the day
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| But look in my eyes
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| And know I’ll always stay
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| And I won’t run away
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| I won’t run away |