| Oh, I tried to let you let yourself go
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| But then my arms won’t let you
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| Oh, I tried to hold you hold yourself up
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| But then my arms always caught you
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| Let’s put our fingers in our fingers
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| And, oh my, what are those
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| Brown eyes that look back at me?
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| If I’m a singer you’re a singer
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| We’re a duet of those low and highs that make harmony
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| I could make you so happy
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| I could make you so happy
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| Oh, I tried to back your back when you lead
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| But then you’re easy to follow
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| Oh, I tried to make you make you love me
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| But then your heart’s never hollow
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| Let’s put our fingers in our fingers
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| And, oh my, what are those
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| Brown eyes that look back at me?
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| If I’m a singer you’re a singer
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| We’re a duet of those low and highs that make harmony
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| I could make you so happy
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| I could make you so happy
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| I could untie all your knots
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| Make you feel good when you’re not
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| Just so you could be so happy
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| I could roll up all the dirt into flowers when you’re hurt
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| You would always be so happy
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| I would blow out all the smoke
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| Make you whole when you were broke
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| I just want you to be so happy
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| I would tear down all the walls
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| I would do anything at all to make you so happy
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| Oh, I tried to let you let yourself go
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| But then my arms won’t let you
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| Oh, I tried to hold you hold yourself up
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| But then my arms always caught you
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| Let’s put our fingers in our fingers
|
| And, oh my, what are those
|
| Brown eyes that look back at me?
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| If I’m a singer you’re a singer
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| We’re a duet of those low and highs that make harmony |