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He sees everything in black and white 
Never let nobody see him cry
I don't let nobody see me wishing he was mine


I could tell you
His favorite color's green

He loves to argue
Born on the Seventeenth

His sister's beautiful
He has his father's eyes

And if you ask me if I love him..
I'd lie

He stands there, then walks away
My God, if I could only say
I'm holding every breath for you

He'd never tell you, but he can play guitar

I think he can see through everything but my heart
First thought when I wake up is
My God, he's beautiful
So I put on my make-up and pray for a miracle


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