| It’s love, but it’s not fortunate love
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| It takes it’s time
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| And it might not shine, but that’s what I’ve found
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| It’s sweet
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| But that’s the boy hidden in me
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| The one that wraps his arms around and doesn’t question it
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| And every time you wake me early
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| Your every day is wasted on me
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| Oh, I don’t think
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| I used to be the one to fall
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| I used to be the one so easy
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| But I don’t think
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| It’s us
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| Watching the road run under us
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| You reach for a cigarette
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| You reach for the sun, try and capture it
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| And you know I dream sometimes
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| I hold your hand and I watch the sun rise
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| Oh, God it was picturesque
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| Watching you run right after it
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| And every time you wake me early
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| Your every day is wasted on me
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| Oh, I don’t think
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| I used to be the one to fall
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| I used to be the one so easy
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| But I don’t think
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| Ooh, life is warming up to me
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| And though this light is hard to see
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| You brought it to me
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| Ooh, life is warming up to me
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| And though this light is hard to see
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| You brought it to me
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| Ooh, life is warming up to me
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| And though this light is hard to see
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| You brought it to me |