| Come to me in my darkest hour
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| When the sun goes down
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| And the fact that I never wandered
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| On unfamiliar ground
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| Maybe I’m walking on the wild
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| That can never leave me out
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| So I hold tight to the edge of the night
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| And I fight on and wait for the light
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| And I hold fast to the here and the now
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| Till the sun comes back around
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| How could I let so many miles
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| Come between our hearts
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| Does it beat for the loving side
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| When the fighting starts
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| Taught me well to unleash hell
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| But not how to shut it down
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| So I hold tight to the edge of the night
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| And I fight on and wait for the light
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| And I hold fast to the here and the now
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| Till the sun comes back around
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| Thoughts of you cut through the doom
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| As I stand alone on this wall
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| If I die, tell me will it matter
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| Whichever side I have on the fall?
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| No my dear, it won’t matter at all
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| Oh my dear, it won’t matter
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| Thoughts that flash in the calm
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| That casts long shadows of doubt
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| No matter how far down your heart
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| They just spill our lives
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| So I hold tight to the edge of the night
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| And I fight on and wait for the light
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| And I hold fast to the here and the now
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| Hope that tomorrow is found
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| And I’m standing here
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| When the sun comes back around |