. . . I can see you push your hair behind your ears
Doesn't matter where she is tonight
Or with whoever she spends her time
If these arms were meant to hold her
They were never meant to hold her so tight
For the love of that girl
When I could run, pulling arms to love her
Try to put myself on the insideFor the love of that girl Tears swell, you don't know why For the love of that girl
They never fall, they can never run dry For the love of that girl . . .

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