She watches the sunset sink out of sight
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She points to the lilacs in bloom
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Her eyes fill with wonder
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And my eyes they do the same
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Just looking at her face
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Now how did I get here?
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And what have I done to deserve this?
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I have been showered by grace
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It's a beautiful night, it's a glorious day
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When I'm looking at her face
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I'm closing the curtains to keep the night in
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The morning is coming too soon
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She is still sleeping
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And I, I'm still awake
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Just looking at her face
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Now how did I get here?
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And what have I done to deserve this?
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I have been showered by grace
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It's a beautiful night, it's a glorious day
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More than just beauty, there's something inside
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That I see in her face, that shines in her eyes
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And all that I want for the rest of my life
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Every night that I sleep, every morning I wake
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Is to be looking at her face
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Now how did I get here?
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And what have I done to deserve this?
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I have been showered by grace
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It's a beautiful night, it's a glorious day
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When I'm looking at her face
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It's a beautiful night, it's a glorious day
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When I'm looking at her face
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It's a beautiful night, it's a glorious day
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When I'm looking at her face
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Looking At Her Face
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| Tyrone Wells |
