| She’s the only one to pick me up right off the ground
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| She’s the only one to help me put the bottle down
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| She’s a saddle made of leather
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| She’s a tournament horseshoe
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| She’s the only one I’m gonna give my lovin' to
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| Back in some dark age when I would stumble as I walk
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| And prowl the streets for fire just to burn away the scars
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| She saw my heart through the sorrow
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| Took my hand and saw me through
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| She’s the only one I’m gonna give my lovin' to
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| Still on the water
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| Like swans in the afternoon
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| Wrap ourselves up in each other
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| Like a wine key corkscrew
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| How many chapters has it been
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| Since we began to write this short?
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| The story’s getting better
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| Yeah, it feels like living art
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| For you I’d write a novel
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| Or else I’d carve you a statue
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| You’re the only one I’m gonna give my lovin' to
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| You’re the only one I’m gonna give my lovin' to
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| You’re the only one I’m gonna give my lovin' to
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| You’re the only one I’m gonna give my lovin' to |