| What do you do when hope is all but gone?
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| You need a brother to lean on
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| But your brother’s gone
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| Your sister’s in the wrong part of town
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| I took a walk to remember ecstasy
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| It’s not today, not even yesterday
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| Songs of praise all very well
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| Their voices swell
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| They tug at sadness
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| Like love tugging at your sleeve
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| Is it worth the pain
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| To walk into the void again?
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| In your darkest hour he is the tiniest light
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| Light that’s found beyond your present situation
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| And it’s wide and it’s broad, beyond all estimation
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| Is your belly fat, is your man a twat?
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| Do in-growing hairs provide you with strange fascination?
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| The highlight of your day is plucking all the roots away
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| You took a walk to remember ecstasy
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| It’s not today, not even yesterday
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| In your darkest hour he is the tiniest light
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| The smallest of sparks
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| He’s a tinderbox, he’s a flaming torch
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| Pinch your self quite hard, in a place that hurts
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| If it doesn’t work, ask your friend to comply
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| And if they hit the spot
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| You can let yourself cry
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| And when the teardrops stop, I will take you for a drive
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| I’ll explain all I know about the spiritual side
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| Life that’s found beyond your present situation
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| And it’s wide and it’s broad, beyond all estimation |