I sing about you

(Two)

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When there's nothing to say

Or sing about

I just think of your face

And the words fall out

I could fill up a book

Of all the things I love about you

My heart is what you took

But I don't want it back

Cause when there's nothing to sing about

I sing about you

I sing about you

I could say a lot

About your eyes

And the way your hands

Fit perfectly in mine

I could write a million songs

About your smile

And the way I hurt

When I don't see you for a while

But when there's nothing to sing about

I sing about you

I sing about you

Something in the way you move

Something in the way

You do the things you do

When there's nothing to say

Or sing about

I just think of your face

And the words fall out

I sing about you

I sing about you

(I sing about you)

(Oh, I sing about you)

When there's nothing to do

I sing about you

(I sing about you)

(Oh, I sing about you)

When there's nothing to do

I sing about you

When there's nothing to do

I sing about you