Well it's you and it's me
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Me with a drink in my hand
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The ice is tinkling like a windchime
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And late afternoon settles over the land
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And you're talking about things
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Interesting just slightly
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And things that matter too much
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To say any way but lightly
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Did you know you're so beautiful
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On the edge of summer
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That years from now
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I'll cry to remember
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How very close you were
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Knowing this will I reach for you
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Knowing this will I reach for you
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The way you want me to
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Well it's time to be wise
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Wise in the ways of the heart
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To come out from under the covers
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This voluntary state of apart
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From the faces, oasis
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In this Sahara of sorrow
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These graces that hold me
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It's from you that I borrowed
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Did you know you're so beautiful
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On the edge of summer
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That years from now
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I'll cry to remember
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How very close you were
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Knowing this will I reach for you
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Knowing this will I reach for you
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The way you want me to
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Daughter
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Vienna Teng |