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You touch these tired eyes of mine
And map my face out line by line
And somehow growing old feels fine
I listen close, for I'm not smart
You wrap you thoughts in works of art
And they're hanging on the walls of my heart
I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much
I'm yours
And though my edges may be rough
And never feel I'm quite enough
It may not seem like very much
But I'm yours
You healed these scars over time
Embraced my soul
You loved my mind
You're the only angel in my life
I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
I know I don't fit in that much
But I'm yours
You touch these tired eyes of mine
And map my face out line by line
And somehow growing old feels fine
I listen close, for I'm not smart
You wrap you thoughts in works of art
And they're hanging on the walls of my heart
I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much
I'm yours
And though my edges may be rough
And never feel I'm quite enough
It may not seem like very much
But I'm yours
You healed these scars over time
Embraced my soul
You loved my mind
You're the only angel in my life
I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
I know I don't fit in that much
But I'm yours
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