| The first words that come out
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| And I can see this song will be about you
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| I can't believe that I can breathe without you
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| But all I need to do is carry on
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| The next line I write down
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| And there's a tear that falls between the pages
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| I know that pain's supposed to heal in stages
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| But it depends which one it's standing on
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| I write lines down, then rip them up
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| Describing love can't be this tough
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| I could set this song on fire, send it up in smoke
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| I could throw it in a river, watch it sinking slowly
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| Tie the pages to a plane, send it to the moon
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| Play it for the world, but it won't mean much
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| Unless I sing this song to you
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| I'm dying to show you
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| This could end happily ever after
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| There doesn't ever have to be disaster
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| And all you have to do is sing along
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| I write lines down, then rip them up
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| Impossible, describing love
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| I could set this song on fire, send it up in smoke
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| I could throw it in a river, watch it sinking slowly
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| Tie the pages to a plane, send it to the moon
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| Play it for the world, but it won't mean much
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| Unless I sing this song to you
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| Sing this song to you
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| Light this whole guitar on fire, I'd still hear the notes
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| Drown the melody in water, I'd still hear its ghost
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| Sing it with somebody else, but we'd be out of tune
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| Play it for the world, but it won't mean much
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| I could set this song on fire, send it up in smoke
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| I could throw it in a river, watch it sinking slowly
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| Tie the pages to a plane, send it to the moon
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| Play it for the world, but it won't mean much
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| Unless I sing this song to you
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| I could set this song on fire
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| Sing this song to you
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| I could set this, I could set this
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| I wanna sing this song to you
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| I could set this song on fire
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| Sing this song to you
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| I could set this, I could set this |