If a picture paints a thousands words
Then why can't I paint you?
The words would never show
The you I've come to know
If a ship is launched a thousands times
Then where am I to go?
There's no one here but you
You're all that's left me too
And when, when my love for life is running dry
You come and you pour, pour yo
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