| Thinking back when we first met
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| I remember what you said
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| You said you’d never leave me
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| I let go of your hand
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| Built my castle in the sand
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| But now I’m reaching out again
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| And I’m not letting go
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| 'Til you
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| Hold me
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| Mold me
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| Sometimes I feel so all alone
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| See, I gotta find my way back home
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| So why don’t you
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| Shape me
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| Make me
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| Wash me whiter than the snow
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| I gotta find my way
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| Back home
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| Thank you
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| Now, this next fella, I wanted to sit at the piano like him
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| This whole little side little thing I do, I got it from him
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| Can’t take credit for it
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| I wanted to sing like him, I wanted to play like him
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| And if he was here, he’d do something like this… |