In the perfect conversation we're standing at the station
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And you're begging me, "please don't go"
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you say, "the only thing that matters in this world
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is that we need each other so"
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In the perfect conversation without any hesitation
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I tell you, I was wrong
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I say, "girl, you know sometimes my faith is weak
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and my pride is much too strong"
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In this perfect conversation here in my imagination
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somehow I know just when to say what's right
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and I know just what I'm losing
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before this train I'm on starts moving
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and i'm running through the door to hold you tight
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the perfect conversation always ends
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before we say goodbye
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All that I can hear now, so loud and so clear now
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all the words I could not seem to find
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everything I didn't say keeps coming back
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one mile at a time
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In this perfect conversation here in my imagination
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somehow I know just when to say what's right
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and I know i'll never leave you
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'cause I know how much I need you
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and tell you that I love you just in time
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the perfect conversation always ends
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before we say goodbye
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The perfect conversation always ends
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before we say goodbye
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Perfect Conversation
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| Mark Wills |
