Through Your Eyes
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By Martina McBride
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Look at that cloud,
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as high as a tree,
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at least that's how it looks to me.
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How about you?
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What do you see?
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What if we see things differently?
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Show me,
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How the world looks through your eyes.
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Tell me about the sunrise.
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Let me see the stars shine.
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Show me,
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how the world looks through your eyes.
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And I can show you how it looks through mine.
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If I had wings
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and I could fly
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I would tell you all about the sky.
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How about you?
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If dreams came true,
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what do you imagine you could do?
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Show me,
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how the world looks through your eyes.
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Tell me about the sunrise.
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Let me see the stars shine.
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Show me,
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how the world looks through your eyes.
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And I can show you how it looks through mine.
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And I could show you secret traits
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where no one's ever gone.
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I bet you've got secrets too
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so don't be shy.
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Come on
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Come on
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Come on
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Come on, and
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Show me,
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How the world looks through your eyes.
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Tell me about the sunrise.
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Let me see the stars shine.
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Show me,
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how the world looks through your eyes.
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And I can show you how it looks
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Let me show you how it looks through mine..
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Through Your Eyes
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| Martina McBride |
