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When the call hasn't come, |
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Let me sit with you and wait. |
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When the other kind does, |
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Let me help you bear the weight. |
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Let me gather wood, when the fires gone out. |
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Let me pray for you, when you're filled with doubt. |
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Hold your white knuckled hands, when our daughters out too late. |
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Let me be the one, that's walking with you through the night. |
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When the morning comes, with its brash and blinding light. |
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Let me be the one, that's crawling with you through the thorns. |
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Back to back, we both were born to share this fight. |
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When you haven't got no sleep, |
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Let me fix you a cup of Joe. |
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Let me soak your shirt in tears, |
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When the tumor starts to grow. |
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Let me rub your back when the children whine. |
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Let me push your cart through the five and dime. |
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Help you hobble down the hall with your IV line in tow. |
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Let me be the one, that's walking with you through the night. |
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When the morning comes, with its brash and blinding light. |
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Let me be the one, that's crawling with you through the thorns. |
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Back to back, we both were born to share this fight. |
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There's no one I'd rather walk with, |
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Through the brier or the flame. |
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Let me hold you in the darkness, |
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In the fire, in the rain. |
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Let me be the one, that's walking with you through the night. |
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When the morning comes, with its brash and blinding light. |
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Let me be the one, that's crawling with you through the thorns. |
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Back to back, we both were born to share this fight. |
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Back to back, we both were born to share this fight. |
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Back to back, we both were born to share this fight. |
