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There's someone who'll hold your hand, |
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Take you through a troubled land. |
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It's not the promised land but the weary heart abides. |
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Listen to the words that fade and the sheltered bed that's made. |
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Those who fall away they just fall into a void. |
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There's someone who's out of control, |
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There's someone we both know, |
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With their head held high, |
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In the clouds, in the sky. |
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There's someone who longs to laugh, |
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Drift away from the past. |
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And share a thought or two and do the things that lovers do. |
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There's someone who's out of control, |
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There's someone we both know, |
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With their head held high, in the clouds, in the sky. |