| I don’t know what I did for me to get to hold your heart
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| Closest thing to heaven, I find in your arms
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| And your eyes and your smile
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| There’s something in your touch
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| And it takes me and it shakes me
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| There’s no deeper cut
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| At best, the world gets just a glimpse of who you are
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| They can’t see 'cause they’ll never be this close to your heart
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| And the thing that I see when you open up to me
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| How’d a fool like me get so lucky to get a front row seat?
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| Baby, in the morning, when your lips wake me up
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| I don’t have to wonder 'cause this is more than love
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| When you move over me, tingling our toes
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| And your wine so sweet, it’s an early morning drunk
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| At best, the world gets just a glimpse of who you are
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| They can’t see 'cause they’ll never be this close to your heart
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| And the thing that I see when you open up to me
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| How’d a fool like me get so lucky to get a front row seat?
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| At best, the world gets just a glimpse of who you are
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| They can’t see 'cause they’ll never be this close to your heart
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| And the thing that I see when you open up to me
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| How’d a fool like me get so lucky to get a front row seat? |