She stepped outside into the morning air
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To watch the cars go by and let the sun dry her hair
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I wanted to tell her how beautiful she was
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But I just stared
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I sat behind the wheel and watched the raindrops
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As they gathered on the windshield
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And raced down into the humming motor
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And she folded up her fears like paper airplanes
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And lost them in the trees
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And I know I don't deserve this
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The capacity to feel
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To laugh and cry and to praise
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For that I live and breathe and wake each day
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Is nothing less than your grace
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In awkward and glorious movement
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If I Could
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