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When everyone has gone to sleep and you are wide awake |
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there's no one left to tell your troubles to. |
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Just an hour ago, you listened to their voices |
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lilting like a river over underground |
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and the light from downstairs came up soft like daybreak |
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dimly as the heartache of a lonely child. |
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If you can't remember a better time |
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you can have mine, little one. |
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In days to come when your heart feels undone |
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may you always find an open hand |
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and take comfort wherever you can. |
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And oh, it's a strange place. |
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And oh, everyone with a different face |
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but just like you thought when you stopped here to linger |
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we're only as separate as your little fingers. |
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So cry, why not? we all do |
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then turn to one you love |
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and smile a smile that lights up all the room. |
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Follow your dreams in through every out-door |
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it seems that's what we're here for. |
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And when you can't remember a better time |
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you can have mine, little one. |
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In days to come when your heart feels undone |
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may you always find an open hand |
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and take comfort, there is comfort. |
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Take comfort wherever you can, you can, you can. |
