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a soldier doesn't fight because he hates what is in front of him,                                                     
he fights because he loves what he left behind.

If I had the chance to make one wish,
every single moment would be like this.
Laying here baby, just me and you,
     yeah, and every  day would be        
sunday  afternoon.
 

there's only one thing I can't live without:

                                                you.

 

I wonder if guardian angels cry
      when they see it all    played out,                                               
                            and as they stand with their hands tied,
  oh, do they cry out loud?
         Oh, it's not supposed   to go like that.       
 

May your tears come from laughing,
y o u  f i n d  f r i e n d s  w o r t h  h a v i n g;
as every year passes, they mean more than gold.
May you win and stay humble, smile more than grumble
and know when you stumble,                       
                   you're never alone.
 

Lying here with you so close to me,
                                                                  It's hard to fight these feelings.
                                When it feels so hard to breathe,
                                                             caught up in this moment,
                                          caught up in your smile.
 

the word's        forgiveness,
     you better look it up                                                                       
            Yeah, that's what Jesus has in store for you,
but I don't, no matter what.
 

                  The word is                  
             easy  
                         you better look it up.                                      
&+ you'll see a picture of that piece of trash
ridin' round in your pick-up truck.

Well here I am,
         an open book.
Turn the page, it’s all the rage.     
Get a look on the inside.
Oh what you get is what see.