| You’re not alpha not omega,
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| You’re not New York, you’re not
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| you;
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| You’re not major, you’re not minor,
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| You’re not L.A., you’re much you
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| I can’t paint it, I can’t play it,
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| There’s no other way to say you;
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| I don’t care who comprehends it,
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| My whole world begins and ends you
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| You’re my train from every station,
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| You’re my final you
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| When I’m losing, when I’m winning,
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| You’re in every song I’m you.
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| I can’t paint it, I can’t play it,
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| There’s no other way to say you;
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| I don’t care who comprehends it,
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| My whole world begins and ends you
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| You’re the dance and you’re the dancer,
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| You’re the call and you’re the you
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| I don’t mean to overstate it,
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| There’s no need to complicate you.
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| I can’t paint it, I can’t play it,
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| There’s no other way to say you;
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| I don’t care who comprehends it,
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| My whole world begins and ends you
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| I don’t care who comprehends it
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| My whole world begins and ends you…
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| Simply you… |