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Your pretty things
Haven't made you beautiful
You pretty thing
Heaven put a curse
Upon you
Like you
I want a way
To fly away
To grab
That's not in me
I think before I say
I count down and I pray
I think about it every day
So beautiful
Is the way you make me feel
Like gravity
Holding down what's right
And what is real
And if I come too close
To you the way I sometimes do
Just know that's not me
I think before I say
I count down and I pray
I think about it every day
Yeah ooh ooh-ooh
Ooh ooh ooh-ooh
Ooh ooh Ooh-ooh
Ooh ooh
I think before I say
I count down and I pray
I think about you every day
I think about you every day
I think about you every day
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