| While she lays sleeping, I stay out late at night and play my songs
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| And sometimes all the night can be so long
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| And it’s good when I finally make it home, all alone
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| While she lays dreaming, I try to get undressed without the light
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| And quietly she says how was your night?
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| And I come to her and say, it was all right, and I hold her tight
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| And she believes in me, I’ll never know just what she sees in me
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| I told her someday if she was my girl, I could change the world
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| With my little songs, I was wrong
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| But she has faith in me, and so I go on trying faithfully
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| And who knows maybe on some special night, if my song is right
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| I will find a way, find a way…
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| While she lays waiting, I stumble to the kitchen for a bite
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| Then I see my old guitar in the night
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| Just waiting for me like a secret friend, and there’s no end
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| While she lays crying, I fumble with a melody or two
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| And I’m torn between the things that I should do And she says to wake her up when I am through,
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| God her love is true…
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| And she believes in me, I’ll never know just what she sees in me
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| I told her someday if she was my girl, I could change the world
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| With my little songs, I was wrong
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| But she has faith in me, and so I go on trying faithfully
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| And who knows maybe on some special night, if my song is right
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| I will find a way, while she waits… while she waits for me! |