| Oh things are gonna happen naturally
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| And taking your advice I’m looking on the bright side
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| And balancing the whole thing
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| But often times those words get tangled up in lines
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| And the bright lights turn to night
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| Until the dawn it brings
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| A little bird who’ll sing about the magic that was you and me
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| Cause you and I both loved
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| What you and I spoke of
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| What you and I spoke of
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| Others only dream of the love that I love
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| See I’m all about them words
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| Over numbers, unencumbered numbered words
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| Hundreds of pages, pages, pages forwards
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| More words then I had ever heard and I feel so alive
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| Now you and I, you and I
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| Not so little you and I anymore
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| And with this silence brings a moral story
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| More importantly evolving is the glory of a boy
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| You and I both loved what you and I spoke of
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| And others just read of and if you could see now
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| Well I’m already finally out of
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| And it’s okay if you have go away
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| Just remember the telephone works both ways
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| And if I never ever hear it ring
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| If nothing else I’ll think the bells inside
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| Have finally found you someone else and that’s okay
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| Cause I’ll remember everything you sang
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| You and I both loved what you and I spoke of
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| And others just read of and if you could see now
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| Well I’m already finally out of words. |