| It’s in your nature, I am blessed
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| It’s in the cradle of your smile, I rest
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| Was in the grass upon my back
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| On this, I contemplated, a smile upon my face
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| And I knew that I was done with being clever
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| Oh, something simple told me I’d be happy here
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| Spending all my heart on sweet forever
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| Oh love, I feel fearless when you’re near
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| I was not so long ago bound up in worry
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| But I cannot seem to stop smiling of late
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| And I always said to you that I’d be honest
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| So I say grace has gifted me this happy state
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| Singing, oh, wherever you go
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| I’ll be there beside you
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| Oh, wherever you go
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| I’ll be there beside you
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| When you take me from the fighter’s ring
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| To be a quiet man, learn the art of listening
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| 'Cause I heard too much of myself those days
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| And I found I missed the parlance of your ways
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| Well I’m going to keep my ears close to the ground
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| And hear your voice above the stampede trampling town
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| Oh, heaven knows that I am living on the sound
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| Of your voice, the day the light came through the clouds
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| Singing, oh, wherever you go
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| I’ll be there beside you
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| Oh, wherever you go
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| I’ll be there beside you
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| Guess I’m trying to say I love you
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| I guess I’m trying to say I need you
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| I guess I’m trying to say I love you
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| Guess I’m saying I’ll be alright |