It's the way you look when you're all a mess
Coming home from trying to give the world your best
And your heart just beating right out of your chest
'Cause you'd never give it up
It's the way you smile when there's no reason to
And how around you I could never be blue
The way there's nothing you can't do
Yeah, boy, that's the good stuff.
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