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Your hands didn't move |
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well neither did mine |
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New Years will bring |
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so much to say |
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but nothing comes out right |
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both of us left without words |
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both of us lost in this world |
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it's softer than ever before |
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and you were the outline |
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of everything you would become |
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the keeper of these hands |
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to hold you now |
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it is a far cry, |
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more than anything that i deserve |
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i'm waiting to give you whatever the world may bring |
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i'd give you my life cause i don't own anything |
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it seemed like the bottom was all that i had until now |
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i'd give you my life, if you'd give me yours somehow |
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your hands didn't move |
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and neither did mine |
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New Years |
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will bring |
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me to you |
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i'm waiting to give you whatever the world may bring |
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i'd give you my life cause i don't own anything |
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it seems like the bottle was all that i had until now |
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i'd give you my life, if you'd give me yours somehow |
