| She was a friend to me when I needed one
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| Wasn’t for her I don’t know what I’d done
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| She gave me back something that was missing in me She could of turned out to be almost anyone
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| Almost anyone--
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| With the possible exception
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| Of who I wanted her to be Running into the midnight
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| With her clothes whipping in the wind
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| Reaching into the heart of the darkness
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| For the tenderness within
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| Stumblin' into the lights of the city
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| And then back in the shadows again
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| Hanging onto the laughter
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| That each of us hid our unhappiness in Talk about celestial bodies
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| And your angels on the wing
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| She wasn’t much good at stickin' around--but
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| She could sing…
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| In the dead of night
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| She could shine a light
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| On some places that you’ve never been
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| In that kind of light
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| You could lose your sight
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| And believe there was something to win
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| You could hold her tight
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| With all your might
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| But she’d slip through your arms like the wind
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| And be back in flight
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| Back into the night
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| Where you might never see her again
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| The longer I thought I could find her
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| The shorter my vision became
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| Running in circles behind her
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| And thinking in terms of the blame
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| But she couldn’t have been any kinder
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| If she’d come back and tried to explain
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| She wasn’t much good at saying goodbye--but
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| That girl was sane |