| I could be the smile that you find in your morning bed
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| I could be the clay in your hands
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| You could be the laugh that I get in the kitchen chair
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| Making up the day’s grand plans
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| I could be the bird leading you to your blue sky
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| You could be the breath in the wings
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| You could be the love
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| That I thought I’d never find
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| Baby we could be all these things
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| I could be a prayer when you need one
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| You could be the day
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| That’s unseasonably warm
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| In the middle of the coldest winter
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| You could be the street light on a crooked road
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| I could be the easy way home
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| You could be a blanket
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| Backseat vintage car
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| In a field of wildflowers overgrown
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| You could be the voice from a truck stop’s phone booth
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| Promising your grandmother’s ring
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| I could be the love that you thought
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| That you’d never find Baby we could be
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| All these things
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| I could be your Sunday revival
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| You could be my lost soul survivor
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| When I’m running out of hope
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| On a day that’s turned its back on me
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| We could be the light
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| Shining bright in baby’s eyes
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| We could be as bold as the sun
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| We could be as strong
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| As love that would never die
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| As if there’ll never be another one
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| I could be the bird leading you to your blue sky
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| You could be the breath in the wings
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| I could be the love
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| That you thought that’d you’d never find
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| Baby we could be
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| All these things
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| All these things
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| Baby we could be
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| Baby we could be
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| All these things |