| Wanna tell you how the winter went
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| There wasn’t light, I was dark in the head
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| Didn’t matter what I wanted to believe
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| Nothing to hold onto, nothing to see
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| Nobody tells you when you’re growing up
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| That every heart’s built of hate and of love
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| Which way to go in whatever we do
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| Feed our demons or angels, we choose
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| I’m not the kind of man that stays down when he falls
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| But sometimes I get weak
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| When I can’t feel at all
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| And I know the pain in me
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| Is the pain in every living human being
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| So I clench my hands and I make that call
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| God help me. |
| God help us all
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| God help us all
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| God help us all
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| God help us all
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| God help us all
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| On the floor, where my body lay
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| Held by the sun, cut in half by the shade
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| Counting rhythms of life in my veins
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| Knowing this will all go away
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| Knowing this will all go away
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| I’m not the kind of man that stays down when he falls
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| But sometimes I get weak
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| When I can’t feel at all
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| And I know the pain in me
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| Is the pain in every living human being
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| So I clench my hands and I make that call
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| God help me. |
| God help us all
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| God help us all
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| God help us all
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| God help us all
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| God help us all
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| God help us all
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| God help us all
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| God help us all
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| God help us all |