| I wanted to write you in all of my songs
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| I always end up where I start
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| My empty pages
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| And if I could paint you like one of my French girls
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| Would we make love inside your car
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| Like crashing waves
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| Like neon lights we burn all night
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| Hidden colors
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| In the dark
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| She’s perfect
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| Undoubtedly worth it
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| A rising sun at daybreak feels worthless
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| Self doubt in her mirror now
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| But it doesn’t reflect how
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| She’s perfect
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| On more than the surface
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| Your fire burns bright
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| You are my light
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| One scroll through your gram
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| To make you feel bad
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| Evaluating who you are
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| Or who you aren’t
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| The fact that you blessed us
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| The moment you woke up
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| Wish I could hang you up like art
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| Like Van Gogh’s stars
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| Like neon lights we burn all night
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| Hidden colors
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| In the dark
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| She’s perfect
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| Undoubtedly worth it
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| A rising sun at daybreak feels worthless
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| Self doubt in her mirror now
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| But it doesn’t reflect how
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| She’s perfect
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| On more than the surface
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| Made to believe in silicone dreams
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| Don’t have the looks of a fantasy
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| You’ll never add up to anything
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| If you ask me what beautiful means
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| It’s the power of a strong woman
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| Chasing her own dream
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| I need to make this clear
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| She’s perfect
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| Undoubtedly worth it
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| A rising sun at daybreak feels worthless
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| Self doubt in her mirror now
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| But it doesn’t reflect how
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| She’s perfect
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| On more than the surface
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| Your fire burns bright
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| You are my light
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| I wanted to write you in all of my songs
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| But there aren’t enough words to describe
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| The fact that you blessed us the moment you woke up
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| I wish I could hang you up like… |