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Ben Gibbard - How I wish you could see the...

How I wish you could see the potential
The potential of you and me
It's like a book elegantly bound, but
In a language that you can't read just yet You got to spend some time, love
You got to spend some time with me
And I know that you'll find love
I will possess your heart. (Ben Gibbard)

How I wish you could see the potential The potential of you and me It's like a book elegantly bound, but In a language that you can't read just yet You got to spend some time, love You got to spend some time with me And I know that you'll find love I will possess your heart.

Ben Gibbard

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