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Artist: Vienna Teng |
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Song: Daughter |
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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 wind chime |
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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 borrow |
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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 |
