| While the dying world redefines
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| The reasons we strive to exist
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| We feign control though were bound to learn
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| The meaning of moments like this
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| 'Cause in the peaceful hour, the quiet spell
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| Seduced by the promise of bliss
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| We soon forget that nothing’s happened yet
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| We’re living for moments like this
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| So hold me, whisper gently
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| This is what we live for, how we learn who we are
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| It defines us, ever reminding us
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| That life never is more precious than this
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| From the dim light in the greyness
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| The aim of the soul tends to miss
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| When the clouds catch fire and the ocean’s pitch
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| We’re made for the moments like this
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| So hold me, whisper gently
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| That there’s nothing to fear
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| You’ll always be near, to remind me, stand behind me
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| Although life can be rough we can never give up
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| It’s in our power to face the storm with all its fury and madness
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| The flash of thunder roll behind us with a longing and sadness
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| The clouds will break
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| Hold me, whisper gently
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| This is what we live for, how we learn how we are
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| It defines us, ever reminding us
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| That life never is more precious than this
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| So hold me, whisper gently
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| That there’s nothing to fear
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| You’ll always be near, to remind me, stand behind me
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| Although life can be rough we can never give up |