| You’re still alive inside somewhere
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| Or are you just remains?
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| You’re blood, muscle, skin, and bone
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| So people cause you pain
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| But when the skies are crashing down
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| And when my days are dark and grey
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| When my fires are burning low
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| When the life inside me fades
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| I know that I can count on you
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| Because you never let me lie
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| You bring the truth back to me now
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| You bring my back to life
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| I need somebody strong
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| For when I’m feeling weak
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| With an open heart that can listen
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| For when my soul is too tired to speak
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| I need somebody strong
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| For when I’m feeling weak
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| With an open heart that can listen
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| For when my soul is too tired to speak
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| There’s a place I call my home
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| Where the sun falls down on me
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| The light fills in the shadows there
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| And peace of mind is free
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| Far below that place
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| A tear forms in my eye
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| The shadows have no foe there
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| And darkness multiplies
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| I know that I can count on you
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| Because you’ve never led me astray
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| You bring the truth back to me now
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| You always light my way
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| I need somebody strong
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| For when I’m feeling weak
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| With an open heart that can listen
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| For when my soul is too tired to speak
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| I need somebody strong
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| For when I’m feeling weak
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| With an open heart that can listen
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| For when my soul is too tired to speak
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| I need somebody strong
|
| For when I’m feeling weak
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| With an open heart that can listen
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| For when my soul is too tired to speak
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| I need somebody strong
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| For when I’m feeling weak
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| With an open heart that can listen
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| For when my soul is too tired to speak |