| It’s so cold here and I miss you
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| And I can’t help feeling broken
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| I treat myself like I’m not fragile
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| Like there’s no care to be taken
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| And I was up last night just thinking
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| A hundred reasons to be sorry
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| Why don’t you come and lay beside me
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| Since there’s too much now that’s vacant
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| And all the time that we keep wasting
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| Like we don’t know the joy that’s harder to bear
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| For the ground that we stand on
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| Won’t long be there
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| I pray that we will never tire
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| Of the work that lies before us
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| I feel that I will be the weak one
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| And that you will have to carry me
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| I hope there never is a phone call
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| To say it’s too dark to keep trying
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| I hope there’s time left to discover
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| How to cry at all the beauty
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| And all the time that we keep wasting
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| Like we don’t know the pain we’re called to bear
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| For the ground that we stand on
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| Won’t long be there
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| And all the time that we keep wasting
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| Like we don’t know it’s why we stop and stare
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| At the ground that we stand on
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| 'Cause it won’t long be there
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| I guess it’s me there in the mirror
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| But I can’t say that I know him
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| When you tell me that you love me
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| There’s no reason I should doubt you |