| Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me
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| But bear this in mind, it was meant to be
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| And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks
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| And it all makes sense to me...
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| I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile
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| You've never loved your stomach or your thighs, the dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine
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| But I'll love them endlessly
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| I won't let these little things
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| Slip out of my mouth
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| But if I do
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| It's you
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| Oh it's you
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| They add up to
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| I'm in love with you
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| And all these little things
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| You can't go to bed without a cup of tea
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| And maybe that's the reason that you talk in your sleep
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| And all those conversations are the secrets that I keep
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| Though it makes no sense to me
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| I know you've never loved the sound of your voice on tape
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| You never want to know how much you weigh, you still have to squeeze into your jeans
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| But you're perfect to me
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| I won't let these little things
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| Slip out of my mouth
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| But if it's true
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| It's you
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| It's you
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| They add up to
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| I'm in love with you
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| And all these little things
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| You'll never love yourself half as much as I love you
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| And you'll never treat yourself right darlin' but I want you to
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| If I let you know I'm here for you
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| Maybe you'll love yourself like I love you, oh
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| I've just let these little things
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| Slip out of my mouth
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| 'Cause it's you
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| Oh it's you
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| It's you they add up to
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| And I'm in love with you
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| And all these little things
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| I won't let these little things
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| Slip out of my mouth
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| But if it's true
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| It's you
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| It's you
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| They add up to
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| I'm in love with you
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| And all your little things |