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You're suffering, feel your pain |
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Allow me to be your sponge |
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Cause I can absorb your sorrows |
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I'm the one |
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Fire may rain down on you, but I'll be your water |
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Waves may crash on you, but I'll be your land |
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Cause I want to give you just a temporary bliss |
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Just a little bit, just a little bit |
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A little more information |
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To add to my confusion |
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To add to the frustration |
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I don't need it |
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So shed your pain, well I'll sit in silence |
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As you bleed your deepest feelings here |
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Quakes may rattle you, but I'll be your sky |
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Winds may twist around you, but I'll be your clouds |
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Just a little bit, just a little bit |
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A little more information |
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To add to my confusion |
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To add to the frustration |
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I don't need it |
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No, I don't need it |
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He woke up next to her, his head against her head |
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His hand upon her breast, he knew today meant death |
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He kissed her on the cheek, and then on her lips |
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Thought to himself, 'it's the last time I'll do this' |
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Put on a suit, pressed and clean |
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He brushed his hair, grabbed his keys |
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Then he headed out to the morning air |
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With an anticipation no man could bear |
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The air was heavy |
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He could feel it in his lungs |
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With every step he took, a prayer rolled off his tongue |
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They were prayers of forgiveness, and prayers of praise |
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And his actions a gift for a god without a name |
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Just a little bit, just a little bit |
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A little more information |
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To add to my confusion |
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To add to the frustration |
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I don't need it |
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No, I don't need it |
