| When everyone has gone to sleep
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| And you are wide awake.
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| There’s no-one left to tell your troubles to.
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| Just an hour ago
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| You listened to their voices,
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| Wilting like a river over underground.
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| And the light from downstairs
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| Came up soft like daybreak,
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| Dimly like the heartache of a lonely child.
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| And if you can’t remember
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| A better time,
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| You can have mine, little one.
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| In days to come,
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| When your heart feels undone;
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| May you always find an open hand
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| And take comfort wherever you can, you can, you can.
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| And oh, It’s a strange place
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| And oh, everyone with a different face.
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| But just like you thought when you stopped here to linger,
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| We’re only as seperate as your little fingers.
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| So cry, why not?
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| We all do.
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| Then turn to the one you love.
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| And smile a smile that lights up all the room.
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| And follow your dreams,
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| In through every out door…
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| It seems that’s what we’re here for.
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| And when you can’t remember
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| A better time,
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| You can have mine. |
| little one.
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| In days to come,
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| When your heart feels undone;
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| May you always find an open hand.
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| And take comfort, there is comfort.
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| Take comfort wherever you can, you can, you can… |