| Ah, it’s like God missed a piece when he made me
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| For me to find inside of you, and for our love to be the glue
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| It’s like my soul’s got the cold, it’s like achoo I got the flu
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| And in reply, I was diagnosed and, well, they sent you
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| Anytime I see you
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| Anytime I see you, I feel better, baby
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| Any time you look my way
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| You’ve got me feeling like I’m superman
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| I got holes inside my soul
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| And you fill me up like I’m an empty glass
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| And when we kiss, it ain’t just lovin'
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| And when we move, it ain’t just a dance
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| Alright
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| Ah, it’s like God missed a piece when he made me
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| For me to find inside of you, and for our love to be the glue
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| It’s like my soul’s got the cold, it’s like achoo I got the flu
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| And in reply, I was diagnosed and, well, they sent you
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| And even when we’re holding hands
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| Ah, damn, I feel like a blessed man
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| You’re my ambulance
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| You took me in and all of my brokenness
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| You came along
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| And you made me feel alright, when everything felt so wrong
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| You came along
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| And you made me feel at home, where I felt I did not belong
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| Alright
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| Ah, it’s like God missed a piece when he made me
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| For me to find inside of you, and for our love to be the glue
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| It’s like my soul’s got the cold, it’s like achoo I got the flu
|
| And in reply, I was diagnosed and, well, they sent you
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| Ah, it’s like God missed a piece when he made me
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| For me to find inside of you, and for our love to be the glue
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| It’s like my soul’s got the cold, it’s like achoo I got the flu
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| And in reply, I was diagnosed and, well, they sent you |