I want to write something beautiful,
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Something so beautiful
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That I just can't sing it
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without getting that incredible feeling,
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The one that just overwhelms my senses.
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Because it's the only thing I have,
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It's the only thing that makes my life worthwhile.
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I know there aren't too many people
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Who allow themselves to say what they feel,
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So I was watching your eyes,
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In case they just might say something.
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I want to think someone's beautiful,
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That they're so beautiful it's a thrill to be near them.
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Fill my stomach with butterflies,
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have me floating on air,
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Bring something out of me I didn't know was there.
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But it's such a torturous thing
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That I am not excited by anyone.
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I know there aren't too many people
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Who allow themselves to say what they feel,
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So I was watching your eyes,
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In case they just might say something.
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I Was Watching Your Eyes
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| Of Montreal |
