| Used to feel down
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| Recalling the old times
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| Now it’s your turn
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| Life’s a hurricane
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| And it doesn’t matter
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| Don’t turn your back away
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| You’ve got to stand up
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| And live your life again
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| Used to feel love
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| Your hands around me
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| Papa, lock up that door
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| The nowhere’s inside
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| Let your love and passion
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| Reach your heart and soul
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| Look around, your feet stuck on the ground
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| Life can show you the way now
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| Let your angel stay behind you
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| For the rest of your days
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| You can run, you can do it
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| When your life is gonna slip away
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| Don’t hang around
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| Clench your fist, turn the lights on
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| And when the rain comes down
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| No matter where you are, you can run
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| I wish I could fly
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| Somewhere I’ll find you
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| I wish I could reach the sky
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| Oh, just for a while
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| My hands upon your shoulders
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| Like I’ve never done before
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| Here I stand, I’m lonesome on this land
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| I face the road like a greyhound
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| While I’ll keep on hearing the same ol' words
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| For the rest of my days
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| You can run, you can do it
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| When your life is gonna slip away
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| Don’t hang around
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| Clench your fist, turn the lights on
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| And when the rain comes down |