| I wanted you to be the light in the window-
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| The cup of water for a man who’d run dry.
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| Oh, but you were a reflection of who you are,
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| Not who you’ll be.
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| Well, maybe in time, if I should ever find that I’m
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| At this turn in the road again.
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| I thought that we could be better than just lucky.
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| You’re a survivor, and I’m learning how.
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| Oh, I may not be the perfect man, but as I am,
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| This much was yours.
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| Well, maybe in time, if I should ever find that I’m
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| At this turn in the road again.
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| Ask me how the breath comes to keep going
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| As I’m leaving now without the warmth of knowing
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| That I can come back to you.
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| Did you ever think, ever once consider
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| How good I could be?
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| And love would make me better!
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| I wanted us to be a prayer and its answer.
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| The truth between us, in a world filled with lies.
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| No, I may not be the perfect man, but as I am,
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| This much was yours.
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| Well, maybe in time, if I should ever find that I’m
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| At this turn in the road again. |