| There are times, when the winds
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| Blows every words I cried back again
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| And it gets hard, hard as I tried
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| To find the strenght to even survive
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| But when I’ve done all I can do
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| I can always turn to you
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| Another shoulder at the wheel
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| To see me through when the road is long
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| And the tears are real
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| When I pass the point of givin’up
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| There’s nothing like a feel
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| Of another shoulder at the wheel
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| In my path there are stones
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| I could never roll away alone
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| There are times when I wake
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| And my knees will tremble and shake
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| And there’s someone who cares
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| And when I need you, you’ll be there
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| Another shoulder at the wheel
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| To see me through when the road is long
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| And the tears are real
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| When I pass the point of givin’up
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| There’s nothing like a feel
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| Of another shoulder at the wheel
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| Another shoulder at the wheel
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| To see me through when the road is long
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| And the tears are real
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| When I pass the point of givin’up
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| There’s nothing like a feel
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| Of another shoulder at the wheel
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| Oh ooh another shoulder at the wheel |