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DBmGA
She has her baDck to me at the kitchen sink
IBm'm trying to read her mind, wondering
What she doGesn't say to Aanybody
The lauDndry's folded, beds are made
It's lBmike this every single day
It's memGorized, but a thAin disguise
EmI see what she cAan't see
Her light onDly ever lanBmded on me
But there's a gliEmmmer in her brown eyes
The onAes she gave to me
So I knCow we can bothA be shiny
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DBmGA
She cDalls on Sundays, checking in
We taBmlk about the weather again
It neGver changes, she wondersA where the rain is
OnDce in a while I catch a glimpse
Of the trueBmst things that she keeps hidden
Her secGret heart, that's my favAorite part
I sEmee what she can'tA see
Her light onDly ever landBming on me
But there's a gliEmmmer in her brown eyes
The oAnes she gave to me
So I knCow we can boAth be shEminyA, shDinyG
All that gliEmtters isn't gold, but goAld is all I see
So I knCow we can bAoth be shDiny
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