Woorden: Custom. Fast. Like You.

Sitting in an empty house
On a simple chair in the corner
Of an empty room, on a wooden floor
With nothing between here

And where I came from
Except for a girl waiting for a bus
With a leather knapsack
Over her shoulder

And hope in her eyes
And enough beauty
To fill this empty room
A thousand times

Like you
Like you
Like you
Just like you

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Just like you

She ties her legs in a bow
And like butterflies
Her eyes close
Then her soul stretches
Like paint in the rain

She breathes
Her arms fall up
Stretching up reaching
She moves the sun

Like you
Like you
Like you
Just like you

Like you
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Like you
Like you
Just like you

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Like you
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Just like you

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Like you
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Like you