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The sound of holding on |
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almost a whisper |
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the sigh of broken hearts |
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a quiet cry |
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The rain upon your face |
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brings gravity and grace |
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and softly you begin |
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to breath again |
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I don't have all the answers |
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to your sad prayers |
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but if I could I'd give |
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you angel's wings |
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To go where hope is found |
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with strength to reach beyond |
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and carries like a song |
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upon the wind |
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Please don't give up |
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Please don't you give up |
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Cuz I believe... Yes, I believe |
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I still believe... in us |
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The sound of holding on |
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almost a whisper |
|
the sigh of broken hearts |
|
a quiet cry |
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The rain upon your face |
|
brings gravity and grace |
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and softly you begin |
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to breath again |