I swear it feel just like
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The clocks slow down for a while
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And the air tastes sweeter
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And breathing gets deeper
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As the clouds dance around the sunshine
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I hear the church bells ring
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Blowing in with the breeze, yeah
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As I stare in your eyes
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Thanking God for this life that he's given me
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You're a gift to me
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If I had the chance to make one wish
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Every single moment would be like this
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Laying here baby, just me and you
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Yeah, and every day would be Sunday afternoon
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Just the touch of your hand
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It fixes everything
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It gets my heartbeat moving
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Like it's singing hallelujah
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You're the only place I wanna be
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Right where I wanna be
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If I had the chance to make one wish
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Every single moment would be like this
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Laying here baby, just me and you
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Yeah, and every day would be Sunday afternoon
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If I had the chance to make one wish
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Every single moment would be like this
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Laying here baby, just me and you
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That's exactly what I'd do, yeah that's what I'd do
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If I had the chance to make one wish
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Every single moment would be like this
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Laying here baby, just me and you
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Yeah, and every day would be Sunday
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Every day would be Sunday afternoon
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Oh, just the touch of your hand
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Sunday afternoon
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Everything... Sunday, Sunday afternoon
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Sunday Afternoon
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| Rascal Flatts |
