| She loved the singer
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| She loved the way he stood on stage and just poured out his heart and soul
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| She loved the dreamer
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| The way the lights would hit his eyes
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| And shine just like a record made of gold
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| She couldn’t count the times she stayed up all night scared to death and prayin'
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| Wonderin if he’d ever make it home
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| She loved the singer
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| She just couldn’t live the song.
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| She loved the hero
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| Even more than that she loved the man without the mask when no one was around
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| She let him lean on Her lovin arms when he would call
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| He’d fall she’d pick him up off of the ground
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| And in her dreams the face she see’s ain’t the one taken with her camera
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| It’s the one after the mask is taken off
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| She loved the singer, she just couldn’t live the song.
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| Trying to hold him is like trying to hold a flame
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| But she was always just one of a million screaming his name
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| She loved the poet
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| Words straight from his heart
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| Tear you apart then start
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| To make you fall right back in love
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| And every day the radio plays one familiar
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| Then hits her just a little too strong
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| She loved the singer
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| She just couldn’t live the song
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| Trying to hold him is like trying to hold a flame
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| She was always just one of a million screaming his name
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| Screaming his name
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| She loved the singer
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| Man, she loved the dreamer
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| She loved the singer
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| She just couldn’t live the song |