| I’d like to write a song
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| A sweet and simple thing
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| And if I do it right
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| It’d be the only one I’d sing
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| 'Cause it would bring me everything I’d need
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| A song that I could sing you back to me
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| Sing you back, bring you back
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| A miracle of page and pen
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| You’d hear it and be here again
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| And always and forever there would be
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| A song that I could sing you back to me
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| There must be a million words
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| And all I have to do
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| Is lay my heart upon
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| Those rare and magic few
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| Why can’t it be as easy as it seems
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| A song that I could sing you back to me
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| Sing you back, bring you back
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| A miracle of page and pen
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| You’d hear it and be here again
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| And always and forever there would be
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| A song that I could sing you back to me
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| Sing you back, bring you back
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| A miracle of page and pen
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| You’d hear it and be hear again
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| And always and forever there would be
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| A song that I could sing you back
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| Bring you back |