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Everyday there's a
thousand things
That somebody
pass us by
Go cut through
the noise
So you can know
what love
sounds like
I'm comin' to
your frequency
To 106 point me
So there's no
Distractions
Take a breath
Take it in
Love has no
expiration date
My heart will
always beat for you
At a constant rate
It will outlast everything
You think is set is stone
It goes on and on
and on and on,
On and on and
on and on...
Spastic like
Neon Lights
Can you feel my love?
Loud and clear
Pulls you near
Can you feel my love
We got all the memories
So much more me can see
Better than our first kiss
Snow falling at Christmas
Like sleeping in on Sunday
Laughter we never faked
Bob Marley in Summer
One love for each other
Oh it feels like...
Fireflies
Day and night
Can you feel my love?
Everyone is looking
for a special connection
But it's like your
compass points
A million directions
Do you need me
to buy you
A telescope so you can see
How good
This could be
Spastic like
Neon Lights
Can you feel my love?
Loud and clear
Pulls you near
Can you feel my love
We got all the memories
So much more me can see
Better than our first kiss
Snow falling at Christmas
Like sleeping in on Sunday
Laughter we never faked
Bob Marley in Summer
One love for each other
Oh it like...
Fireflies
Day and night
Can you feel my love?
And I'll wait for you
As long as it takes
Until I get through
And it hits you
right in the face
Can you feel
my lo-o-ve?
Can you feel
my love?
We got all the memories
So much more me can see
Better than our first kiss
Snow falling at Christmas
Like sleeping in on Sunday
Laughter we never faked
Bob Marley in Summer
One love for each other
Oh it feels like...
(One love for
each other...)
Spastic like
Neon Lights
Can you
feel my love?
Fireflies
Day and night
Can you
feel my love?

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