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I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you

There was a point where everything bent down
And it took something from me
Something I can’t quite explain
And I always wondered if it would come back
And love me the way it said it was supposed to

But maybe it lied
Maybe it was all a lie
I’ve tried so hard to explain in words what it meant to me
How it felt to me

But maybe it’s not meant to be explained
Maybe it’s not meant to be marked down in words
Or scrawled out on a piece of paper
Until then, I guess I’ll just lie here and wait
Wait for it to come back
Wait for it to love me again

Do you think you know how to give up
Do you think you understand what it means to be loved

You don’t, and you never will
But I can tell you right now
It’s beautiful
It is such a precious thing to be loved
Such a precious, magnificent thing to be loved
Such a wondrous and painful thing to be loved
When you were young, you said you wished that someone loved you

I do
I do
I do
I do

I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you