I know we often feel the rub of love
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that we don't always fit quite hand in glove
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but we live inside of a mystery
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and my heart often fails to contain
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and I know that words are not enough
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when I think of all the endless love
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that you give to me in my time of need
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boy, it's high time these words were said [will sell]
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ask for my hand you know I'll give it
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and if you're cold I give you warmth
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and I don't care if it's unfair
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'cause I would sacrifice myself
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now that I know
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the only thing that matters
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us
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us
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us
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it's hard to say what road we're travelling down
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sometimes it leads us to some awful towns
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but we somehow keep, both our hands and feet
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on the floorboard and the steering wheel
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ask for my hand, you know I'll give it
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and if you're cold I give you warmth
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and I don't care if it's unfair
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'cause I would sacrifice myself
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now that I know
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the only thing that matters
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us
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us
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us
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us
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there was a time I lost my – eyes
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there was a day I wasted
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too much of your golden light
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ask for my hand
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you know I gave it I give you warmth
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and I don't care if it's unfair
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'cause I would sacrifice myself
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now that I know
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the only thing that matters
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you're the only that matters
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you're the only that matters
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us
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us
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| Sixpence None The Richer |
