| Every single time
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| It becomes too much
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| There’s nothing I can say
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| Or I can touch
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| But the glory is, as it comes passing through,
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| I know I will be there
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| When green eyes turn blue
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| It’s the same for me Time appears to teach
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| There is nothing quite beyond our reach
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| Wits may sharpen up Their cuts and clever flays
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| Let them squander all of them
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| You brighten up my darkest gaze
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| And as a consequence I can see out of the gloom
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| That I gathered about myself
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| That I thought would flatter me What the hell was the matter with me Every single time I approached despair
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| I thought of your name and you were there
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| I won’t burden you
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| As promises will do But I know I will be there
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| When green eyes turn blue. |