Oh I'm blessed and I know I am God has dealt me a winning hand A loving woman and a fairy land for me Oh and I can't believe it half the time When I look at her in perfect light Sweet vision every day and night I see My baby has big green eyes Brighter than the bluest sky Softer than an angel flies Sweeter than a lullaby And she loves me without design Her picture never leaves my mind I don't deserve a love this fine Baby and her big green eyes Oh and I'm never very far away Even if I'm in another place Her smile you can't erase from me My baby has big green eyes Brighter than the bluest sky Softer than an angel flies Sweeter than a lullaby And she loves me without design Her picture never leaves my mind I don't deserve a love this fine Baby and her big green eyes Oh and I'm thankful every waking hour For the love of a gentle flower A face I will never tire or leave My baby has big green eyes Brighter than the bluest sky Softer than an angel flies Sweeter than a lullaby And she loves me without design Her picture never leaves my mind I don't deserve a love this fine Baby and her big green eyes Her picture never leaves my mind I don't deserve a love this fine Baby and her big green eyes

Blackout the light Maybe you're tired falling Or stone cold Your fumble and fight With all the time you spend alone 'Cause it's only fair It's love and war And darkness is all you'll ever know If I don't love you more A keep in your cage Withered by aging eyes and skin You call this your home A colourful, dragging, dried up drone 'Cause it's only fair It's love and war And darkness is all you'll ever know If I don't love you more Loveless sorrow kindly borrowed The only thing's my soul's now hollow Loveless sorrow kindly borrowed The only thing's my soul's now hollow 'Cause it's only fair It's love and war And darkness is all you'll ever know If I don't love you more

Sure is quiet, sky's too blue You ain't hiding but I can't find you Sheets on the line so, nothing's changed Guess it's nothing left to say Read you like an open book Standing on the edge buy you can't look down Feel better if you just lie You got leaving in your eyes, If you just let one, tear fall down That might tell me why you're hanging around If you remember when, we started this You might remember what you gonna miss Read you like an open book Standing on the edge buy you can't look down Feel better if you just lie You got leaving in your eyes, In my suitcase, ain't no rain No sign of life, no everything, at all Open up the screen door and you're, looking out Oh I can see it now, I read you like an open book Standing on the edge buy I can't look down Feel better if you just lie Read you like an open book Standing on the edge buy you can't look down Feel better if you just lie You got leaving in your eyes x 2 You got leaving in your eyes.

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