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If I had a mountain, I'd push every stone to a cliff,
If I had a river, the banks would overflow.
But a book abandoned by the bed might kill me,
The stain from where your wine glass was could bring me to my knees,
A book abandoned by the bed might kill me
If I don't have you.
If I had an ocean, the waves would reach past the shore,
If I had a desert, the sand would be whiter than snow.
But a book abandoned by the bed might kill me,
The stain from where your wine glass was could bring me to my knees,
A book abandoned by the bed might kill me
If I don't have you.
‘Cause everything that I am is just pieces of you,
Every thought that I have, just pieces of you, just pieces of you,
Just pieces of you.
But a book abandoned by the bed might kill me,
The stain from where your wine glass was could bring me to my knees,
A book abandoned by the bed might kill me
If I don't have you.
If I had a river, the banks would overflow.
But a book abandoned by the bed might kill me,
The stain from where your wine glass was could bring me to my knees,
A book abandoned by the bed might kill me
If I don't have you.
If I had an ocean, the waves would reach past the shore,
If I had a desert, the sand would be whiter than snow.
But a book abandoned by the bed might kill me,
The stain from where your wine glass was could bring me to my knees,
A book abandoned by the bed might kill me
If I don't have you.
‘Cause everything that I am is just pieces of you,
Every thought that I have, just pieces of you, just pieces of you,
Just pieces of you.
But a book abandoned by the bed might kill me,
The stain from where your wine glass was could bring me to my knees,
A book abandoned by the bed might kill me
If I don't have you.
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