| I will always think of you as the light at the end of a tunnel that’s boarded
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| up.
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| You appear through a crack,
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| The hue gives my body a taste of the warmth I’ve been forced without.
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| And so I rip at the entrance in vain,
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| Till I’m tirelessly pulled away
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| by the few in my life I require to keep me sane.
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| I’ve got my friends who keep me occupied.
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| Their humble advice: You won’t get by alone.
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| No one’s foreign to the pain of letting go
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| And you won’t get by alone.
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| Love is free, you can’t deny where it will go.
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| This I know.
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| I will always think of us as a fire with embers still burning beneath the wood.
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| You can stomp on the flames all you want,
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| But they’ll burn through the night in the light of the place we stood.
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| And thought this process of letting you go from my heart weighs a hefty toll,
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| it’s the people around me whose love is keep me whole.
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| Yeah, I’ve got my friends that help me to get by.
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| Their humble advice: You won’t get by alone.
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| No one’s foreign to the pain of letting go
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| And you won’t get by alone.
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| Love is free, you can’t deny where it will go.
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| This I know.
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| You see, I was just a stepping stone to take you where you needed to go.
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| A fork was placed within our road and split us up without ever knowing so.
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| You won’t get by alone.
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| No one’s foreign to the pain of letting go
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| And you won’t get by alone.
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| Love is free, you can’t deny where it will go.
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| This I know. |