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| If I had all this time on my hands Well I would love to share it with you And though our days have made other plans There is nothing I'd rather do Than sit and talk with you My beautiful view The squinting of her eyes when she smiles The glinting of sun in her hair She wets her lips and takes a sip of Her tea as I try not to stare And though I try not to It's such beautiful viewOh my heart What's all the commotion about? For so long I guess you've been going without...With all these numbers staring me down And all this stormy weather So grey So many grim reminders Of how much I have lost along the way But you remind me, it's true Of a beautiful viewWell there is nothing I'd rather do Than sit and talk with you My beautiful viewAll I wanna do Is take a walk Girl, with you my beautiful view |
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