| Sitting by your bedside
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| You breathe your breath away
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| Funny how those walls we’ve built
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| Have all been chipped away
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| You can find a lot to say
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| In the last days
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| Words seem more important
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| Than they’ve ever seemed before
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| Carry us to a place of trust
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| Beyond forgiveness door
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| Yeah, you can find a lot to say
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| In the last days
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| Who knows where you and I will be tomorrow
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| Oh, will we dance or drink away our sorrow
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| If we let it, it’ll slip away
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| In the last days
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| Wounds grow deeper time goes by
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| We starve our pain
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| And feed our pride
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| 'Til heavens door swings open wide
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| Who knows where you and I will be tomorrow
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| Oh, will we dance or drink away our sorrow
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| If we let it, it’ll slip away
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| In the last days
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| Sitting by your bedside
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| And time just slipped away
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| What I’d give to turn back time
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| And have just one more day
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| To tell you all I meant to say
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| All we forget to say
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| In the last days |