Dead leaves and the dirty ground when I know you're not around. Shiny tops and soda pops when I hear your lips make a sound, when I hear your lips make a sound. Thirty notes in the mailbox will 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. If you can hear a piano fall, you can hear me coming down the hall. If I could just hear your pretty voice, I don't think I need to see at all, I don't think I need to see at all. Soft hair and a velvet tongue, I want to give you what you give to me. And every breath that is in your lungs is a tiny little gift to me, is a tiny little gift to me.
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