| If I could be the reason your hair’s a mess
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| The bass drum beatin way down deep in your chest
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| If I could be the voice on your radio
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| Then I could be your long ride home
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| If mine could be the name that changes yours
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| The wine in your glass
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| The swing on your porch
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| The dollar in your pocket
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| And the peaceful in your sleep
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| Then I’d be what you mean to me
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| Standing here
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| Watching you
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| Turning every head in this crowded room
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| The lights down low
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| Dancin slow
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| Oh, if falling’s how you feel
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| And perfect is what you see
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| Then I’d be what you mean to me
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| If I could be the fire in your firefly
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| The cool in the rain
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| The spark in your eye
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| The answer to your prayer
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| And the faith that sets you free
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| Then I’d be what you mean to me
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| Standing here
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| Watching you
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| Turning every head in this crowded room
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| The lights down low
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| Dancin slow
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| Oh, if falling’s how you feel
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| And perfect is what you see
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| Then I’d be what you mean to me
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| What you mean to me
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| And oh,
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| All of this talkin makes you laugh
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| But I’ve gotta let you know just how I’m feeling while I’m
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| Standing here
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| Watching you
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| Turning every head in this crowded room
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| The lights down low
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| Dancin slow
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| Oh, if falling’s how you feel
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| And perfect is what you see
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| Then I’d be what you mean to me
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| Yea
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| Falling’s how you feel
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| And perfect’s what you see
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| Then I’d be what you mean to me
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| Be what you mean to me
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| Ohhhhh, be what you mean, what you mean, what you mean, what you mean to me |