| All I can see is black and white
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| And white and pink with blades of blue
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| That lay between the words I think on a page
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| I was meaning to send to You I couldn’t tell if it’d bring my heart
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| The way I wanted when I started
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| Writing this letter to you
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| But if I could you know I would
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| Just hold your hand and you’d understand
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| I’m the man who loves you
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| All I can be is a busy sea
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| Of spinning wheels and hands that feel for
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| Stones to throw and feet that run but
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| Come back home
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| It made no difference
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| Ever known, it made no difference
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| Ever known to me But if I could you know I would
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| Just hold your hand and you’d understand
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| I’m the man who loves you
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| All I can see is black and white
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| And white and pink with blades of blue
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| That lay between the words I think on a page
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| I was meaning to send to You I couldn’t tell if it’d bring my heart
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| The way I wanted when I started
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| Writing this letter to you
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| But if I could you know I would
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| Just hold your hand and you’d understand
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| If I could you know I would
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| Just hold your hand and you’d understand
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| If I could you know I would
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| Just hold your hand and you’d understand
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| I’m the man who loves you
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| I’m the man who loves you
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| I’m the man who loves you
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| I’m the man who loves you |