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In this cold world |
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No matter where I go |
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The crowds are all the same |
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To them I'm just |
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A pebble in the sand |
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A face without a name |
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Nobody gives a hang |
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For what I say or do |
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But you |
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And in the shelter of your arms |
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I find peace and comfort and care |
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For I am wanted there |
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In this cold world |
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You struggle to survive |
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And sometimes you can fall |
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You'd think someone |
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Would lend a helping hand |
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They'd sooner see you crawl |
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But just when life itself |
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Seems more than I can bear |
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You're there |
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And in the shelter of your arms |
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I find strength and safety and then |
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I rise and start again |
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Just give me one good reason |
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To go on living |
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To keep on trying |
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For what, I ask you for what |
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If not for you |
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And all your love |
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To see me through |
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But just when life itself |
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Seems more than I can bear |
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You're there |
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And in the shelter of your arms |
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I find strength and safety and then |
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I rise and start again |
