| I glued back together the broken pieces of a vase you found
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| Out back of some old abandoned church in a town I don’t remember the name
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| In the middle of Maine where you came to meet my family
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| And we raked blueberries into buckets, and I drove reckless in the rain
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| And it wasn’t the slightest bit romantic
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| I guess that’s what makes it so
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| I can’t say how much you mean to me
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| Up on a mountain top
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| Down by the dark blue sea
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| I can’t say how much you mean to me
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| Open my mouth to talk
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| But I can hardly speak
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| I can’t say
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| Sitting on a window, a bluebird on it, nothing in it
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| There’s a piece we never found but I think that’s what makes it perfect
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| And so to put it into words, I can’t put it into words
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| No, I can’t say how much you mean to me
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| Up on a mountain top
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| Down by the dark blue sea
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| I can’t say how much you mean to me
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| Open my mouth to talk
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| But I can hardly speak
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| I can’t say
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| There’s something in your eyes
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| A secret I must keep
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| I can’t say how much you mean to me
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| Like trying to describe
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| Impossibility
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| I can’t say
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| Some might say «euphoric»
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| No, there’s really no words for it
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| When a smile grows across your face
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| Like pieces of a broken vase
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| Everything falls into place
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| I can’t say
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| Up on a mountain top
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| Down by the dark blue sea
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| I can’t say how much you mean to me
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| Open my mouth to talk
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| But I can hardly speak
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| I can’t say
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| There’s something in your eyes
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| A secret I must keep
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| I can’t say how much you mean to me
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| Like trying to describe
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| Impossibility
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| I can’t say |