I Thought Since I Was Seven
That Why Means More Than How
I Don't Believe in Heaven
My Life Is Right Now
That Why Means More Than How
I Don't Believe in Heaven
My Life Is Right Now
Come Put Your Arms Around Me
I Can't Count the Times You've Found Me
I See You Across the Table
You See My Eyes of Blue
Your Eyes Are Always Able
To See What I Need
Come Put Your Arms Around Me
I Can't Count the Times You've Found Me
Where I Go, You Go
Within Me Without You
And I Can't Find a Reason
Within Me to Doubt You
Come Put Your Arms Around Me
I Can't Count the Times You've Found Me
[repeat to Fade]
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