| What’s so different
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| With the color of things
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| I feel the wind push the car,
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| And look at you again.
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| When you turn to me
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| And ask me what I think.
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| I nod and then I sing along
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| To all the songs you like.
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| There hasn’t been a time that I have wished I wasn’t
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| here with you with you.
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| Your eyes are good to me, oh they can see,
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| They can see what my mother sees.
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| They can see what my mother sees.
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| I fall asleep
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| Like some airplane crash
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| You drive a little more
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| So you don’t have to wake me up
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| I can dream
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| And I can worry
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| But then you say to me
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| I know you better than you think
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| There hasn’t been a time that I have wished I wasn’t here with you with you.
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| Your eyes are good to me, they can see, they can see what my mother sees.
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| They can see what my mother sees
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| Why have all the bombs been blasting in the air?
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| Do you know what our love can do?
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| Oh slowly, you know me, like a man should.
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| I’m so sunny
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| Everyday
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| So sunny
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| There hasn’t been a time that I have wished I wasn’t here with you with you.
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| Your eyes are good to me, they can see, they can see what my mother sees.
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| They can see what my mother sees |