| Sometimes, you get what you’ve always been wishing for
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| And most times, it’s not on your deadline, that’s alright
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| I was worn out and jaded from trying on people to love
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| But you fit so well
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| When they ask why, I can never explain
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| But a symphony played when you told me your name
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| And I took that as a sign
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| Will you be my beginning, my middle, my end?
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| Will you be my beginning, my middle, my end?
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| Will you be my beginning, my middle, my end?
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| Will you be mine?
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| Mmm, mmm
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| Sometimes, it’s hard to see what the future holds
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| And most times, it feels like a steep climb, and that’s alright
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| There’s magic in details, the tender small gestures of love
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| And the way they all add up
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| When they ask why, I can never explain
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| But a symphony played when you told me your name
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| And it sounded like a sign
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| Will you be my beginning, my middle, my end?
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| Will you be my beginning, my middle, my end?
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| Will you be my beginning, my middle, my end?
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| Will you be mine?
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| Five years later, and I’m still yours
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| Ten years later, and I’m still yours
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| Fifty years later, and I’m still your beginning and middle and end
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| Five years later, and I’m still yours
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| Ten years later, and I’m still yours
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| Fifty years later, and I’m still your beginning and middle and end
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| Beginning and middle and end (Oh)
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| Will you be my beginning, my middle, my end? |
| (Oh)
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| Will you be my beginning, my middle, my end? |
| (Oh)
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| Will you be my beginning, my middle, my end? |
| (Oh)
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| Will you be mine? |