Stealing lines from the songs that I hear
It's the only way I can find the words
To explain how I feel
I wait for the music to fill the air
So I can mock their voices
Repeating the lyrics that still don't compare
To what I feel deep inside of my heart
What runs through my mind
At the end of the day and at the start
So I wait for the perfect songs
With the perfect words
So for you I can sing
Letting you know you are my everything
All my love to you I bring

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