| If I can make you cry
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| If I can fill your eyes with pleasure just by holding you
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| In the early hours of morning
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| When the day that lies ahead’s not quite begun
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| Ah well, that’s enough for me
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| That’s all the hero I need be
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| I smile to think of you and me
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| You and I
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| And how our, pleasure makes you cry
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| If I can make you smile
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| If I can move you close to laughter with a word or two
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| When your day’s been filled with strangers
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| And the castles that you’ve built all tumbled down
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| Ah well, that’s enough for me
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| That’s all the hero I need be
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| I smile to think of you and me
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| You and I
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| And how our pleasure makes you cry
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| And when the world has got me down
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| And I’ve almost lost the will to try
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| I may look sad and I may frown
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| But I still find comfort in your waiting
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| Your hello
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| And your goodbye
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| And how our pleasure makes you cry
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| And when I wake to you
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| And I pretend that I don’t know how you’ve been watching me
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| All the time that I lay sleeping
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| By the loving look that lingers in your eye
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| Ah well, that’s enough for me
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| That’s all the hero I need be
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| I smile to think of you and me
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| You and I
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| And how our pleasure makes me cry |