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I will hold a place for you |
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All alone to see it through |
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And all these feelings are meant to grow |
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Inside our bodies, inside our bones |
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Some run away |
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I am a mountain a few yards away |
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You are the road |
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That bridges the waters and keeps me from cold |
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I will hold, oh |
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And I will hold a place for |
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You all alone to see it through |
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And all of these feelings |
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Are meant to grow, are meant to grow |
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And I will hold a place for |
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You all alone to see it through |
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And all of these feelings |
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Are meant to grow, are meant to grow |
