| If theres one thing that I know
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| It is the 2 shades of hope
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| One the enlightening soul
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| And the other is more like a hangman’s rope
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| Well it’s true you may reap what you sow
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| But not that despair is the all time low
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| Baby, hope deals the hardest blows
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| There was once someone I loved
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| Whose heart overflowed his cup
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| And his shoes got covered in blood
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| Oh but he never knew cos he only looked up
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| Well he was in trouble and so
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| Had known pain more than most I know
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| Yet it was hope that dealt the hardest blows
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| And the girl that holds the hand
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| Of her somewhat distant man
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| Though she did everything she can
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| Still his heart set sail for distant lands
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| And she wonders sometimes if he knows
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| How she feels like a trampled rose
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| Baby, hope deals the hardest blows
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| Well some people think their sin
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| Caused the cancer thats eating into them
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| And the only way that they can win
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| Is by the healing of somebody’s hands on their skin and praying
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| But when the cancer does not go
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| Baby, hope dealt the hardest blows
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| And now all these truths are so
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| With foundations below them
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| They were dug out in a winter’s cold
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| When the world stole our young and preyed on the old, well
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| Hope deals in the hardest blows
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| Yet I cannot help myself but hope
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| I guess that’s why love hurts
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| And heartache stings
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| And despair is never worse
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| Than the despair that death brings
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| But hope deals the hardest blows, dear
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| The hardest
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| Hope deals the hardest blows |