When he sings everything makes sense.
I know he saw my heart and he can sing it out loud, soft.
Every tear, every smile, every thought that passed through me, reached him, so he could make it into a song, so he could give me some joy, sometimes the only one that I have.
I wish he could see into my eyes and know how much I own him, I couldn't pay, I'd have to give him my life.
Today, I don’t feel down, I never do when I hear you.
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