| These are the times
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| Tears fill the back of your eyes
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| These are the times
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| The birds migrate
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| Across the skies
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| These are the times
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| What hope you had you forget
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| These wicked times
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| You’re bound to feel
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| All sanity is lost
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| In these times everyone needs love
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| In these times do you pray to God
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| In these times everyone needs comfort
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| And would welcome a hand to hold
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| Compassion is the fire
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| That burns the hurt
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| That pains the soul
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| And though my eyes are so polluted
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| By the sight of lost desires
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| I can see you standing by
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| This is my fear
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| That distance will come between us
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| And it could mean nothing
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| Nothing
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| To get from here to there
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| We own the world
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| And everything that’s in it
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| Let our love shine
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| Like glistening raindrops
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| Resting on a rose
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| In these times celebrate our love
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| In these times let’s be thankful of
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| All the days we can spend together
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| And I’m happy to hold your hand
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| Your passion is the food
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| That feeds the hunger in my heart
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| And now my eyes are clearly open
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| No more longing for the past
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| Now I have you in these times
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| In these times everyone needs love
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| In these times do you pray to God
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| In these times everyone needs comfort
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| And would welcome a hand to hold
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| Your passion is the fire
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| That burns the hurt
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| That pains the soul
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| And though my eyes are so polluted
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| By the sight of lost desires
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| Good to have you in these times |