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George Canyon Your Smile

screen, Your smile, Makes me feel just like a child inside, Like christmas morning sparkling red and bright, grandads pipe, my first bike, Your Smile

screen, Your smile, Makes me feel just like a child inside, Like christmas morning sparkling red and bright, grandads pipe, my first bike, Your Smile

want you to live, I want you to love, I want to go back to the way it was, To hear you say my name again, I want to see your smile again, Lying awake