| I’m finding it funny our future feels lighter
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| Despite all the weight and the bits of bad news
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| I will get stronger and you will get healthy
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| Like two child stars who nail their cues
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| Each scene is acted and beautifully Crafted, with rhythm and reason
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| That’s brilliantly true
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| The credits are rolling the crowd is
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| Applauding there will be nothing
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| But four star reviews
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| We love you we love you
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| We love you we love you
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| We love you we love you
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| We want you back home
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| Please understand
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| That there is no need to worry
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| Perfectly able of running the show
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| We love you we love you
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| We love you we love you
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| We love you we love you
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| We want back home
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| In the town where I grew up
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| There was no one else
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| Just the both of us
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| With two tin cans and a length of string
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| That carried the words from you to me
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| So we sat and we talked
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| About sharing our days in every way
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| On a big pink porch with a broken swing
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| Sitting arm and arm
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| And resting cheek to cheek
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| We’d blink our eyes, exchange a smile
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| Knowing that this is the rest of our lives
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| This is love
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| I remember the day that the spot was found
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| The kids moved back just to help us out
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| You held yourself with such dignity
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| Saying: «The last thing I want
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| Is to burden you three,»
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| He would draw, and she would read
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| And I would pray
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| And the pets would sleep
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| I know that time wasn’t so easy
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| But to me we never felt more like a family
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| This is love
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| After some time things got a little hard
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| So we checked you in
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| And kept checking your charts
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| I wonder if any part of you knew
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| That two weeks later we’d be sharing the room
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| So we sat and we talked about how we spent our years
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| With the laughter and tears
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| On big white beds with old gray sheets
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| It was just like being back on that swing
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| This is love
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| In the town where I grew up
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| There was no one else
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| Just the both of us
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| On a big pink porch with a broken swing
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| Sitting arm and arm
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| And resting cheek to cheek
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| Now this is love
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| We want you back home |