| This world is far from small
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| And her heart is the center of it all
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| And there’s a river that runs through hills, and it’s never still
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| Listen closely to the sky
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| And it’ll show you how to dot life’s I’s
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| And don’t be afraid if the girl decides to run
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| It’s half of the fun
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| And she will be free
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| Like the leaves floating in the wind, and the stream
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| She will not be bound, by anything that tries to drag her down
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| Oh, and all that girl wants to be is loved
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| And her heart is a river in my blood
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| I met her under the summer sun
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| She taught me things, that I have yet to learn
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| Showed me beauty, of passion and grace
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| And so many things
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| When I look into her eyes, I grow still
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| How else can I process all these things I feel
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| And when she smiles, Lord, she knows that she’s won
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| I come undone
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| And she will be free
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| Like the leaves floating in the wind, and the stream
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| She will not be bound, by anything that tries to drag her down
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| Oh, and all that girl wants to be is loved
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| And her heart is a river in my blood
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| She will be free
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| Like the leaves floating in the wind, and the stream
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| She will not be bound, by anything that tries to drag her down
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| And all that girl wants to be is loved
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| Yeah, all that girl wants to be is loved
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| All that girl wants to be is loved
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| Her heart is a river in my blood |