| I will learn to love, I will learn
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| And I will teach myself to speak to you out on them city buses
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| Without talking now that I have someplace to turn
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| I will learn to love, I will learn
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| I will speak your name, I will speak
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| And I will say it to myself as I’m quietly night skating
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| Out on that ice in those rinks they got uptown
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| That they only use at Christmas time when that Times Square ball comes down
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| And for that second a lover’s kiss bought in that change
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| Too many birds go scattering to count the wings
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| But I will learn
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| I will do these things inside your love
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| However fragile is how broken it becomes
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| When I don’t tell you how I’m feeling it’s because
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| I’m still learning, but I will learn to love
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| This is how we walk together, old and filled with holes
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| In these sweaters, scarves and fireworks between us holding hands
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| Inside a million stars together as we walk
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| And we sit on some old bench I touch your hand in this old park
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| Inside of you, inside us
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| I will do these things inside your love
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| However fragile is how broken it becomes
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| When I don’t tell you how I’m feeling it’s because
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| I’m still learning but I will learn to love
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| I will never let you go, not now
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| I’m too old to let you go and I’m too young to let you down
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| I will hold you close and brush your hair so fine
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| As the day reclines like old men tired and fed and filled with wine
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| In their favorite chairs, honey I ain’t ever scared
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| You are with me all the time you are always there
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| And I will never let you go
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| I will do these things inside your love
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| However fragile is how broken it becomes
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| When I don’t tell you how I’m feeling it’s because
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| I’m still learning but I will learn to love
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| I’m still learning but I will learn to love |