| Under the white noise
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| I hear a clear voice calling me
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| you’ve got a way of
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| spelling it out so perfectly
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| I fear a nightmare
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| you’ve been putting off telling me
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| then out of nowhere
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| you find the words to make me see
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| when I lose sight, blinded by life
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| lose my grip on the truth
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| I hear your voice cuts like a knife
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| hits me like a ball from the blue
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| Pick me up
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| your voice can come along and
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| Pick me up
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| your voice can come along and
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| Pick me up
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| your voice can come along and
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| Pick me up
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| your voice can just come along and
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| just pick me up
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| over the crowd noise
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| I hear a loud voice singing
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| I think it’s your voice
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| to every word I’m clinging
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| always remember
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| I’m right here just looking out for you to forever
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| so I can always count on you
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| when I lose sight blinded by life
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| lose my grip on the truth
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| I hear your voice cuts like a knife
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| hits me like a ball from the blue
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| Pick me up
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| your voice can come along and
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| Pick me up
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| your voice can come along and
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| Pick me up
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| your voice can come along and
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| Pick me up
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| your voice can just come along and
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| just pick me up
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| when sky was grey and I lost my way
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| and you picked me up
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| when I was weak and I couldn’t even eat
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| and you picked me up
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| when my hands were shaking the spirit was waken
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| you picked me up
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| when I was alone and you gave me home
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| and you picked me up
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| your voice can just come along and just
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| pick me up
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| your voice can just come along and just
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| pick me up
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| your voice can just come along and just
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| pick me up
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| your voice can just come along and just pick me up |