| I went through old letters that you wrote me
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| And followed your words to the bottom of the page
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| To find all the things that you tried to show me
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| Months ago at the bottom of the page
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| All the words that I once knew
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| Oh, I gave to you, yes I gave to you
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| And all of the words that I want to know
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| Have dried up in the back of my throat
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| I set sail across your words
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| Hoping never to find shore, never to find shore
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| And in the ocean of ink, I started to sink
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| Before your words filled my lungs with breath again
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| There in the light of the evening city sky
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| The yellows and pinks tell my heart to think
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| And my mind to feel this love that is real
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| And to let my lips say at last everything you mean
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| So I whisper slow, three words you already know
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| And the marching band falls in line
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| And the symphony leads your lips to mine! |