| When dark comes creeping in
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| The cold air and the brittle winds
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| Its sound stops the grief gets old
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| It takes guts to fight the cold
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| I’ve gotta hand it to you
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| You know it’s darkest before it’s light
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| I’ve gotta hand it to you
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| You keep the long view always inside
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| So hug me, heal me
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| Teach me, love me
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| Listen to me, just do these things
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| And when you’re done I could pass it along… again
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| There comes a time to sit and cry
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| To ask questions and wonder why
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| A voice inside will come to view
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| It lets you know just what to do
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| I’ve gotta hand it to you
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| You know it’s darkest before it’s light
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| I’ve gotta hand it to you
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| You keep the long view always inside
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| So hug me, heal me
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| Teach me, love me
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| Listen to me, just do these things
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| And when you’re done I could pass it along
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| It’s just you, it’s just me
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| The more things change the better we see
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| We do these things but do it again
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| We’ve got each other and fight to win
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| So hug me, heal me
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| Just teach me, love me
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| Listen to me, do these things
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| And when you’re done I could pass it along… again
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| You may…
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| Love me…
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| Love me… |