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She was a friend to me when i needed one |
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Wasn't for her i don't know what i'd done |
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She gave me back something that was missing in me |
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She could of turned out to be almost anyone |
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Almost anyone-- |
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With the possible exception |
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Of who i wanted her to be |
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Running into the midnight |
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With her clothes whipping in the wind |
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Reaching into the heart of the darkness |
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For the tenderness within |
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Stumblin' into the lights of the city |
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And then back in the shadows again |
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Hanging onto the laughter |
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That each of us hid our unhappiness in |
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Talk about celestial bodies |
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And your angels on the wing |
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She wasn't much good at stickin' around--but |
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She could sing... |
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In the dead of night |
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She could shine a light |
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On some places that you've never been |
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In that kind of light |
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You could lose your sight |
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And believe there was something to win |
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You could hold her tight |
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With all your might |
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But she'd slip through your arms like the wind |
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And be back in flight |
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Back into the night |
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Where you might never see her again |
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The longer i thought i could find her |
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The shorter my vision became |
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Running in circles behind her |
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And thinking in terms of the blame |
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But she couldn't have been any kinder |
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If she'd come back and tried to explain |
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She wasn't much good a saying goodbye--but |
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That girl was sane |
