| I never knew how much I’d come to love you
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| I couldn’t know how much I’d come to love you
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| I had no idea if I’d disappear from fear
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| Of the greatest gift I almost faded away
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| I had no idea how much I’d come to need you
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| I had no idea how much I’d burn when I can’t see you
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| I had no idea if I’d disappear from fear
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| Of the greatest gift who’s ever taken to me
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| But you pierced my heart in June
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| Turned and hung the moon
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| In a while, child
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| I was wrapped around your finger
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| Chance, what are the chances
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| That you would look down from the sky
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| And choose me to be your own?
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| And chance, what are the chances
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| That you would sacrifice your wings
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| To become flesh and bone for me?
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| I can’t believe I called it love before you
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| And I think I even thought I could ignore you
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| I had no idea if I’d disappear from fear
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| Those days were cold and I almost faded away
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| But you changed the way I breathe
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| And rearrange of needs
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| To the world you might be one
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| But to me you are the world
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| And chance, what are the chances
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| That you would look down from the sky |
| And choose me to be your own?
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| And chance, what are the chances
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| That you would sacrifice your wings
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| To become flesh and bone for me?
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| We’re all searching for the things that make us matter
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| We’re all hungry in our needing to be whole
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| Then we find the only thing that really matters
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| Are the people in our lives whose hearts we hold
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| And chance, what are the chances
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| That you would look down from the sky
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| And claim me to be your own?
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| And chance, what are the chances
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| That you would sacrifice your wings
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| To become flesh and bone for me? |