| I could tell you I love you
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| But that wouldn’t mean much coming from here
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| Cause all my past and my futures
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| Are starting to look just like I do in the mirror
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| I could write down every thought that I have
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| I could line them up in perfect rows
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| I could offer you an eloquent poem
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| I could deliver you a beautiful prose
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| And I’ll tell you that I love my brothers
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| And I’ll tell you that I love my sisters enough
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| When it all washes out in the water
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| I’m gonna walk away
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| I never meant to mislead you
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| Or even to feed you what you wanted to hear
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| I never wanted to hurt you
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| Oh but by virtue of these selfish years
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| I could shout it from up on a mountain top
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| I can whisper from a valley below
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| Does it matter where I begin
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| Or is what matters the end of the road
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| And I’ll tell you that I love my brothers
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| And I’ll tell you that I love my sisters enough
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| When it all washes out in the water
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| I’m gonna walk away
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| I’m gonna walk away
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| I’m gonna walk away
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| And I’ll tell you that I love my brothers
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| And I’ll tell you that I love my sisters enough
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| When it all washes out in the water
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| I’m gonna walk away
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| And I’ll tell you that I love my brothers
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| And I’ll tell you that I love my sisters enough
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| When it all washes out in the water
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| I’m gonna walk away
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| And I’ll tell you that I love my brothers
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| And I’ll tell you that I love my sisters enough
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| When it all washes out in the water
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| I’m gonna walk away |