| I don’t want to be the answer, girl
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| I don’t want to be a dancer on your dreams
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| I don’t want to shield you from yourself
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| But you know it’s sometimes harder than it seems
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| In a wicked world there’s light somewhere
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| I care
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| Reach out your little hand to me
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| And I’ll be there
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| Reach out your little hand to me
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| And I’ll be there
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| When it seems you’ve got the broken cup
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| When your given soap instead of sympathy
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| When you feel as if you’re giving up
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| There’s another road that leads right back to me
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| In a wicked world there’s light somewhere
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| I care
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| Reach out your little hand to me
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| And I’ll be there
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| Reach out your little hand to me
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| And I’ll be there
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| Reach out your little hand to me
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| And I’ll be there
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| Reach out your little hand to me
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| And I’ll be there
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| And I would never steal your time
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| Or make you sign forever
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| You’re free
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| You’re free
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| Take me
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| Take me to your heart
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| Reach out your little hand to me
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| And I’ll be there
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| Reach out your little hand to me
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| And I’ll be there
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| Reach out your little hand to me
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| And I’ll be there
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| Reach out your little hand to me
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| And I’ll be there |