I'm the pianist with the broken hand,
The guitarist with the broken strings.
The pick up line with the word beauty.
The thunder without the lightning,
And the rain without the rain drops.
I'm love,
I'm anywhere,
I'm everywhere.
In the heart of your daughter,
In the eyes of your mother.
In the things you see,
The shine in their eyes,
The smiles, they say alot.
Thats me,
Right there.
Thats me everywhere.
Inside the broken heart,
Piecing it up together,
Inside the tears of a lover.
Shedding it away from the other.
Inside the thoughtful smiles,
For when they leave, they always leave.
But I'm there.
I'm anywhere.
I'm everywhere.
I'm love.
The guitarist with the broken strings.
The pick up line with the word beauty.
The thunder without the lightning,
And the rain without the rain drops.
I'm love,
I'm anywhere,
I'm everywhere.
In the heart of your daughter,
In the eyes of your mother.
In the things you see,
The shine in their eyes,
The smiles, they say alot.
Thats me,
Right there.
Thats me everywhere.
Inside the broken heart,
Piecing it up together,
Inside the tears of a lover.
Shedding it away from the other.
Inside the thoughtful smiles,
For when they leave, they always leave.
But I'm there.
I'm anywhere.
I'm everywhere.
I'm love.
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