| You’re beautiful
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| You’re beautiful
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| You’re chronically beautiful
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| I wished for you a long time ago
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| I swear I threw a dozen coins or so
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| Into a fountain and prayed as I counted them
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| All of my friends were like, «You might be crazy»
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| I wish you could see you
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| You’re like a centerfold
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| Not a magazine though
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| You’re chronically beautiful
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| Like a sunset right on time
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| Or your hand inside of mine
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| And it’s in your soul
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| You’re chronically beautiful
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| You’re beautiful
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| You’re beautiful
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| You’re beautiful
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| Chronically beautiful
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| Fell into love that summer’s night
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| I swear I cried
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| Finally it was life
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| Don’t we know that things will change and
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| Love isn’t blind as it can be, baby
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| I wish you could see you
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| You’re like a centerfold
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| Not a magazine though
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| You’re chronically beautiful
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| Like a sunset right on time
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| Or your hand inside of mine
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| And it’s in your soul
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| You’re chronically beautiful
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| You’re beautiful
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| You’re beautiful
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| You’re beautiful
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| Chronically beautiful
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| It’s getting dark
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| Sleep outside under the stars
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| Hear you breathing at my side
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| Thinking this could be it
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| Hear you breathing at my side
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| -side, outside, -side, -side under the stars
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| This could be it
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| You’re beautiful
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| You’re beautiful
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| Chronically beautiful
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| I wish you could see you
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| You’re like a centerfold
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| Not a magazine though
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| You’re chronically beautiful
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| Like a sunset right on time
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| Or your hand inside of mine
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| And it’s in your soul
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| You’re chronically beautiful |