| I used to sit and wish the hours away
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| And then I’d find it was morning,
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| I used to sit and be so idle with time
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| But that was only my warming,
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| Who was to say my heart was wrong?
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| Needed just a little more time,
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| Who was to say that we’d belong?
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| You saw me looking at you,
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| And now I’m crying for you…
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| Heart, heart,
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| Help me keep a hold on you now.
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| Heart, heart,
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| Praying you’ll be showing me how.
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| I heard a story from a friend of a friend,
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| That you were wishing it’s over,
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| So many others on the silvery screen
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| But they were walking in clover.
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| Who was to say my heart was wrong?
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| Needed just a piece of your time
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| Who was to tell me we’d belong?
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| You saw me looking at it
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| And now I’m singing for it
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| Heart, heart
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| Help me keep a hold on you now
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| Heart, heart
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| Praying you’ll be teaching me how
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| Singing for you… |