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  • -for my girl in Ipanema

    I’ll be the eye that no one sees
    I’ll be the ear that no one hears
    I’ll be in your breath
    Shot from a secret lung
    And live in your mind pushing memory
    Slowly. Sweetly. Sung

    I’ll be the air
    That only you breathe
    I’ll be that bird
    That lives in your tree
    I’ll show you a place
    Where drops of mercy fall
    And bathe your face in memory
    Slowly. Sweetly. Sung.

    Speed the sound
    We’re rolling down the road
    Feel the ground
    Shifting its load
    Shifting its load

    I’ll be the hand
    That holds your head high
    I’ll be the brook
    That never runs dry
    I’ll bring you the stars
    So that you might sleep
    A thousand nights full of memory
    Slowly. Sweetly. Sung

    I’ll be the chest
    For you to beat
    I’ll be the earth
    Under your feet
    I won’t stand in your way
    See me step aside
    And watch the smoke of memory
    Slowly. Sweetly. Sung
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