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I really, really love you.

You make me feel like a million dollars.
Like the sun couldn't come up in the morning
If it weren't for me.
You tell me I'm beautiful,
And your eyes light up.
If I can't make the sun come up,
At least I can make your eyes shine.

When I'm around you, I feel confident
Like I can change my world.
I feel like what I do is really important
Even if it is nothing.
I could sit and watch TV all day
And still be special.

And then you're gone.






I don't have the power anymore
To make the sun come up in your eyes.
My world begins to change me.
And when I watch TV all day long
I am now lazy.

Someday, I'll realize
It's not you who gives me the power
To make the sun come up in your eyes.
It's not you who gives me light to shed
On a tired world.
It's not you who makes me worthy to live

It's me.

Somehow when I love you
I open up
And reach down inside
And pull out all the good things in me
And share them with you.

That's how I love you.
That's how I love.
I could leave the you out of it
And I would still be wonderful
Just for being me.

I really, really love.
It's not you,
It may be someone else.
But that good feeling I thought was you
Was there all along.

You were just the reason
I let it out to play.

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