| It’s that picture of you
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| Lookin' up at me
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| Watchin' all my moves
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| I wonder what it is you see
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| It’s that smile on your face
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| It lifts me up off the ground
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| But Darlin', never be afraid
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| To have to let somebody down
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| I’d like to think that there is nothin' in the world
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| Like the light through the blinds on a brown-eyed laughin' girl
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| Like the callus on the hands of an honest lovin' man
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| Like a whisper on the skin in the darkness now and then
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| In the darkness I stand
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| Like a stature, all alone
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| Without this tiny weddin' band
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| I’d be a heart, and blood and bones
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| I’d be a torn and worn-out wishful woman
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| Tied to the tracks
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| And I have been down in that place
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| I ain’t ever goin' back
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| I’d like to think that there is nothin' in the world
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| Like the night fallin' in on a sweet and sleepin' girl
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| Like the callus on the hands of an honest lovin' man
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| Like the whisper on my skin in the darkness now and then
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| It’s that picture of you
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| Lookin' up at me
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| Watchin' all my moves
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| I wonder what it is you see
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| It’s that fire burnin' slow |
| It’s the soft south-Texas wind
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| It’s the sweet smell of smoke
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| Like a whisper on my skin |