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| At My Most Beautiful
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(buck/mills/stipe)
(chorus)
I’ve found a way to make you
I’ve found a way
A way to make you smile
I read bad poetry
Into your machine
I save your messages
Just to hear your voice
You always listen carefully
To awkward rhymes
You always say your name,
Like I wouldn’t know it’s you,
At your most beautiful
(repeat chorus)
At my most beautiful
I count your eyelashes, secretly
With every one, whisper I love you
I let you sleep
I know you’re closed eye watching me,
Listening
I thought I saw a smile
(repeat chorus) |
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