| I look around me and what do I see?
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| Sadness surrounds me, alone as can be
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| With too much time and too much distance
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| These chains that bind me
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| They won’t set me free
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| I look behind me and coming for me
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| Is my best friend, she’s my resistance
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| So if you find yourself alone and so unkind
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| And if you’ve asked yourself, over and over
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| And even if your heartbeats hurt like goodbyes
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| Try, try, try
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| Open your mind, spend some time
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| With the gentle kind
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| I was torn between the darkness and the light
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| Lost to all belief that it could turn out right
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| But my quiet friend turned me round
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| Made me see again
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| Took my hand, said nothing much
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| No lesson learned, just a gentle touch
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| And I am coming round
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| I am coming round again
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| Cos' in a hard world, with fastness and an eye on the money
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| I heard a soft voice, saying «never worry, hold on honey»
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| When my world was gone, a whisper kind of eased my mind
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| And I am holdin' on
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| To the gentle kind |