| The ground opens wide
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| Light beams down from heaven
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| She stands before my eyes
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| She’s actual size, but she seems much bigger to me
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| Squares may look distant in her rear view mirror
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| But they’re actual size as she drives away
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| Big men often tremble
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| As they step aside
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| I thought I was big once
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| She changed my mind
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| She’s actual size, but she seems much bigger to me
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| I’ve never known anybody like her
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| She’s actual size, nationwide, believe
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| She’s got all the money money couldn’t buy
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| She’s got something special that someone left behind
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| She’s actual size, but she seems much bigger to me
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| Squares may look distant in her rear view mirror
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| But they’re actual size, actual size to her
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| Her face Hangs in portrait on the post office wall
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| She’s stuck in my heart now
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| Where my blood belongs
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| She’s actual size, but she seems much bigger to me
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| I’ve never known anybody like her
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| She’s actual size, actual size, believe |