When she passes me by, she's a ray of light
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Like the first drop of sun from the sky
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And I know she's a Queen, who deserves a king
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But i'm not a King
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And she doesn't see me
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When she dances she moves me to a smile
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I see everything near her shine
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Ther is a grace in her ways i can't contain
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I don't have that grace
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So she doesn't see me
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and the closer i get i can't help but hide
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so ashamed of my body and voice
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There are boundaries we pass in spite of the war
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but our own, we can't seem to cross
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he has a way that surrounds him, so delicate
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with a glory that reigns in his life
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He is all so so much that he is not
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but these things they don't see
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and she doesn't see me
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there are things we can change if we just choose to fight
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but the walls of injustice are high
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when she passes me by, she's a ray of light
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Like the first drop of sun from the sky
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and i know she's a queen who deserves a king
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someone other than me
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different from me
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she doesn't see me
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she doesn't see me
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she doesn't see me
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