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Nothin' Special
It's not the way she holds me
It's the way that I feel held
It's not the way she touches me
It's what those touches tell
There's nothing special about the way she looks
Until she looks at me
Then the whole damned world can go to hell
While heaven holds me in her gaze
I donšt call that nothin' special
It's not the things she tells me
It's that she tells me all she feels
It's not the fact she loves me
But the way she makes our love real
Yeah to you she's nothing special
But you don't see the soul I see
Yeah so what she's nothing special
But she's everything to me
I donšt call that nothin' special
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