| I couldn’t think of a thing to write
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| On your birthday card
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| Considered the poets
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| But they didn’t know what
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| Lay quite inside my heart
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| I thought of Atlanta
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| I thought of Toronoto
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| And all of the places we’ve been
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| I filled up my tea and looked into the trees
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| And still came up empty again
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| So I guess the next time you see me
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| In a world of partial truths
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| You will fully believe me
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| I have nothing to give except but to live
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| Like the person you know me to be
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| I can clean up the kitchen
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| And fold up your clothes
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| Neatley as I am able
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| Wrap a box up with ties for a surprise
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| And order you flowers for the table
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| I could book us a trip
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| On a plane or ship
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| I know how much you love the sun
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| You could gamble on me
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| Like the lottery
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| And I’ll make you feel like you’ve won
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| And I’ll bet the next time you see me
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| In a world of partial truths
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| You will fully believe me
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| I have nothing to give except but to live
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| Like the person you know me to be
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| Life is short and so on
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| I’d like to give you something to go on
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| Grow on
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| They recently paved the walk on our street
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| We looked at the shiny cement
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| We stopped the car ready to carve
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| Our names into permanence
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| For a moment we’re kids
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| Intent on a whim
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| There is no shadowy past
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| But even so the urge is to go
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| And put something down
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| That will last
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| So here goes
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| The next time I show up for you
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| You will know
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| And believe
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| I am ready to give
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| Ready to live
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| Like the person you know me to be. |