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dead leaves and the dirt ground
when I know you're not around
the shine of tops and the solar pops
when I hear your lips make a sound
when I hear your lips make a sound
there are notes in the mailbox
I'll tell you that I'm coming home
and I think I'm gonna stick around for a while
so you're not alone
for a while so you're not alone
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if you can hear a piano fall
or you can hear me coming down the hall
if I could just hear your pretty voice
I don't think I need to see it all
I don't think I need to see it all
a soft hair and a velvet tongue
I wanna give you what you give to me
cause every breath that is in your lungs
is a tiny little gift to me
well it's a tiny little gift to me
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I didn't feel so bad until the sun went down
but then I come home
no one read my arms around
no one read my arms around
but any man with a microphone
can tell you what he loves the most
and you know why you love that all
if you're thinking of the Holy Ghost
well if you're thinking of the Holy Ghost
yeah you know why you love that all
if you're thinking of the Holy Ghost
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