| It was a long time coming but plain to see
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| When I held his shaking hand, he couldn’t look at me
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| He said something about losing, losing the will to go on
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| He looked off into the distance, I knew his mind had gone
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| He lights a candle, it has a soft kind of glow
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| He’s scared of the dark but he won’t let nobody know
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| Cos when the midnight demons are creeping through the night
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| He knows they’ll get to him when he’s run out of fight
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| Was it trying to get it right that made it wrong
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| Or was it just a road that went on way too long
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| Too long, too long, too long
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| He searches for words, but the words disappear
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| He talks so quietly, you move closer to hear
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| He’s looking for answers but you don’t know what to say
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| Just help him through the night into another day
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| He’s falling over the edge of the abyss
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| Holding on and reaching out and hoping he won’t miss
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| I say «Grab a hold of something, something beautiful and true
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| Someday the world is going to smile for you»
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| Was it trying to get it right that made it wrong
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| Or was it just a road that went on way too long
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| Too long, too long, too long |