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That's Why


I sit and listen while holding your hand

You cry as my shoulder gets damp

You dont understand how I can

Because I love you, that's why

 

Your feet are so achy and sore

Your tired and can't get off the floor

Wondering why I care enough to try

Because I love you, that's why

 

Blowing off steam Ive made you mad

Thinking about why you even try

Bowing my head in compromise

Because I love you, that's why

 

Through all the good times and bad

The happys and sads

Forever no matter what is said

Becaise I love you, that's why

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