| If I could take sunlight
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| And place it into your eyes;
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| If I could pull out the stars
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| And place them into your arms.
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| If I could give you the world,
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| Would you come back to earth?
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| If I could throw you a line,
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| Would you reach the other side?
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| Or, would it slip past your grip
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| While you take another trip?
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| If I could give you the world,
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| Would you come back to eath?
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| All of your things left in boxes
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| From your former residence.
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| Medical bills left in a pile
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| That you forward to my address.
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| If you should ever call me,
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| Please leave me a message.
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| 'Cause I’ve you since we were children,
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| Still your number’s always changing.
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| So, I’ll take all of these boxes
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| And hope there’s no trace of pain
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| Hidden in the contents
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| Of the lighters you’ve engraved.
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| With the dying needle
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| That you let me betrack
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| Along the very arms that
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| Will forever hold you back.
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| If I could give you the world,
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| Would you come back to earth?
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| If I could give you the world,
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| Would you come back to me? |