| Good morning, sister, why so sad?
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| They broke your heart, you fell again
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| And what is it they never let you
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| Be the one they miss when they’re blue?
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| Don’t you say
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| You’ve never been loved
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| Don’t you think
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| You’ll never be loved
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| Cos I hold your hand till the bleeding stops
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| I hold your hand till you fall apart
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| And dream your endless dream
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| Good morning, brother, I’m so sad
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| They broke my heart, I fell again
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| What is it they never want me
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| To be the one that they want to see?
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| And it feels
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| Like I’ve never been loved
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| And it seems
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| Like I’ll never be loved
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| I hold your hand till the bleeding stops
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| I hold your hand till you fall apart
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| And dream your endless dream
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| One by one they get you where you are now and you’ll be
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| Further down that road if you don’t stop fighting this war
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| One by one they tear up your heart with their coldness and words
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| One by one you stop to feel your bleeding knees and heart
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| And everything that’s real
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| I hold your hand till the bleeding stops
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| I hold your hand till you fall apart
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| I hold your hand till you wave goodbye
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| I hold your hand till Judgment Day
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| When you dream your endless dream |