| I’m an architect
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| Of days that haven’t happened yet
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| I can’t believe a month is all it’s been
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| You know my paper heart
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| The one I fill with pencil marks
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| I think I might have gone and bid you well
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| Little by little, inch by inch
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| We built a yard with a garden in the middle of it It ain’t much but it’s a start
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| You got me swinging right along to the song in your heart
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| And a face to call home
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| A face to call home
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| You got a face to call home
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| So glad you didn’t see
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| The nervous wreck I used to be Never thought a man could be so small
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| You never look at me Like I’m a liability
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| I bet you never think I’d been at all
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| Little by little, inch by inch
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| We built a yard with a garden in the middle of it And it ain’t much, but it’s a start
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| You got me swinging right along to the song in your heart
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| And a face to call home
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| A face to call home
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| You got a face to call home
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| A face to call home
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| A face to call home
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| You got a face to call home
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| Maybe I could stay a while,
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| Maybe I could stay a while,
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| Maybe I could stay a while,
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| I’m talkin' like all of the time
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| Maybe I could stay a while,
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| Maybe I could stay a while,
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| Maybe I could stay a while,
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| I’m talkin' like all of the time
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| With a face to call home
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| A face to call home
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| You got a face to call home |