| Will you be there when I fail the first time
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| I swear it’s my last try?
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| When I need the motivation
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| You implant in me with your eyes
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| I can see the sky
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| I can see the sky
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| But sometimes I’m belly down
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| And I was wondering if you’d be a mirror
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| So I could see my way around
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| Would you, will you, I was wondering
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| Be there
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| Do that
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| Catch me when I’m stumbling?
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| Will you be there for me?
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| Will you be there watching me unzip my chest
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| Exposing my heart to the toxic air?
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| I need the antiseptic
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| Only your words can provide
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| I can hear the laughter
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| I can hear the laughter
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| But sometimes it’s muffled into fear and screams
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| I was wondering if you’d be an amplifier
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| So I could pick up the little things
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| Will you be there when
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| I’m stumbling because of the war in my head
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| Between the static and fuzz?
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| I’m numb to every touch but your hands on
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| My back to push me on
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| I can feel the weight
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| I can feel weight
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| But sometimes it pushes me in dangerous ways
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| I wondering if you’d be a compass
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| So I could get my focus back
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| Will you be there when I kiss the third rail?
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| You know, I haven’t slept in three days again
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| I need you to drag me inside and make me go to bed |