| I asked my father once, how do you know that girls the one
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| What do you feel as life goes by
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| Is it brighter? |
| Am I high?
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| He said to me, «My son
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| The wind will whisper words of love
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| The sky is blue and from above
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| You’ll know that’s where she came from»
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| You’ll know that girl’s the one
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| You’ll know you know that girl’s the one
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| Pa, she holds me so tight
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| You hold me so close, love
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| But do you know the worst, love?
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| Tears and car rides hurt, love
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| Running from our worst selves
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| Have you felt the pain, love?
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| The knowing they’re not there, love
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| The other end of your line
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| Suddenly their own time
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| Suddenly, alone time
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| I cried to Mother once
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| I yelled and screamed — my tongue a gun
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| That girl she left me lying here
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| Dead to rights — nowhere clear
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| She said to me, «My son
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| Perhaps the man who builds it all
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| Must sit and watch the people flow
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| Through the door all alone
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| You’ll know that girl’s the one
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| You’ll know you know that girl’s the one
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| Pa, she holds me so tight
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| You hold me so close, love
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| But do you know the worst, love?
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| Tears and car rides hurt, love
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| Running from our worst selves
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| Have you felt the pain, love?
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| The knowing they’re not there, love
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| The other end of your line
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| Suddenly their own time
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| Suddenly, alone time
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| Beauty sees what beauty does
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| And loves the things that beauty loves
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| Beauty be my enemy and weapon for the lucky ones
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| Beauty sees what beauty does
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| And loves the things that beauty loves
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| Beauty be my enemy and weapon for the lucky ones
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| You hold me so close, love
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| But do you know the worst, love?
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| Tears and car rides hurt, love
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| Running from our worst selves
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| Have you felt the pain, love?
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| The knowing they’re not there, love
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| The other end of your line
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| Suddenly their own time
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| Suddenly, alone time |