| I’ll need time to get you off my mind
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| I may sometimes bother you, try to be in touch with you
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| Even ask too much of you, from time to time
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| Now and then, Lord, you know I’ll need a friend
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| And 'till I get used to losing you, let me keep on using you
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| 'Til I can make it on my own
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| I’ll get by, but no matter how I try
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| There’ll be times that you’ll know I’ll call
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| Chances are my tears will fall
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| And I’ll have no pride at all, from time to time
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| But they say, oh, there’ll be a brighter day
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| But 'til then I lean on you, that’s all I mean to do
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| 'Til I can make it on my own
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| Surely someday I’ll look up and see the morning sun
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| Without another lonely night behind me
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| Then I’ll know I’m over you and all my cryin’s done
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| No more hurtin' memories can find me
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| But 'til then, Lord, you know I’m gonna need a friend
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| 'Til I get used to losing you, let me keep on using you
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| 'Til I can make it on my own |