| It’s going straight to my head:
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| I think I’m falling in love again
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| Such simple miracles have happened
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| Since your steady hands have come and stopped my unraveling
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| Your fingers, built for the piano
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| Work out the knots that line my back
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| The stress I’ve stored since last December; |
| now it doesn’t matter
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| I’ve learned to leave it in my past
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| I feel good about the future
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| And this clarity I’ve never had
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| You are the bounce in my step, the burst of blood in my chest
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| The prayer I’ve kept in my head
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| You are the knock of my knees
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| The swollen sound of each song
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| I scribble down and tear up, because they never match up
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| You are the words I fumble for
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| In the morning, you are the daybreak
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| And I’m glad
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| And at night, you are the dream
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| I fall asleep to have |