There's This Song

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There's this song that's constantly playing in my head,
Like the sound of the rain on a tin roof, the sound of gravel beneath some old boots,

The sound of a drum, that beats like a heart, beats for you
The song never stops, it plays on repeat all day,
Blue skies all around me,

A voice so rhythmic, like the sound of the woods and the mountains,
A song so sweet, like a spring,
I don't want this song to end,

There's this song that's constantly playing in my head, like the sound of you and me.

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