| She must see something
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| That I cannot see
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| Something that’s special
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| About this ordinary me
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| And when she says I leave her breathless
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| And when she says I am the one
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| It’s like a gift that’s unexpected
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| When it comes
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| She must have seen something
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| That no-one else has
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| Something ungiven
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| I’ve saved and I’m glad
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| That she always leaves me breathless
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| And I know that she’s the one
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| A gift that’s unexpected
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| When it comes
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| Millions, there must be millions of ways I could have gone
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| The chances of me finding her were nearly next to none
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| And I’d run right out of reasons to go on
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| Now I thank God there’s one
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| She must see something
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| She wouldn’t want to change
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| Even when she looks deeper
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| She still loves me the same
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| Millions, there must be millions of ways I could have gone
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| The chances of me finding her were nearly next to none
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| And I’d run right out of reasons to go on
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| Now I thank God there’s one
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| The chances of me finding her were nearly next to none
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| And I’d run right out of reasons to go on
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| Millions, there must be millions of ways I could have gone
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| The chances of me finding her were nearly next to none
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| And I’d run right out of reasons to go on
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| Now I thank God there’s one |