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STAND BEHIND ME |
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by Carole King |
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I was wanting someone to talk to |
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Needing to let myself out |
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Knowing beyond a doubt the past is behind me |
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There was nowhere but here to walk to |
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Letting the time go by |
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Trying to see if I could ever find me. |
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It didn't seem to make much sense |
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Thinking about the dent I'd made |
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in the world to date |
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Was I too late, you say |
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Should I create today |
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Or let it be |
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Now needing a hand to cling to |
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Lucky I was to find |
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SOmeone of similar mind to stand behind me |
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Not letting dazzlement blind me |
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Showing me where to find me |
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Willing to just be kind and stand behind me. |
