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I am weary and useless |
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My body has been beaten and broken by the storm |
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I need Your hands to carry me. |
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Because I don't know if I can make it home. |
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And my heart starts to wonder |
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Will I feel the warmth of Your fire again? |
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Or am I lost forever? |
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Will I suffer until the end? |
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I can see my breath |
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I feel the chills up and down my spine |
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I'm trying to fan the flames |
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This fire has already died. |
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My hands can't stop shaking |
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I'm so ashamed of what I've done |
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I'm begging you to guide my way |
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And bring me in out of the cold |
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The isolation kills me. |
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I can feel these walls closing in. |
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The embers in my heart are dying |
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I can't keep them lit. |
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I felt so empty |
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I couldn't help but run |
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What good could I do |
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With all the damage I have done? |
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Can this fire be saved? or is it too late? |
