| Oh my friend
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| You have carried me but you’ve left me again
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| In my time of need
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| When everyone is moving but me
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| Heaven knows this is real
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| So lift me up, raise my head high
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| And take my photograph
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| And keep it 'til I’m old enough to know
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| That I was lovely, and I was truthful
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| If only I could have seen it
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| If only I could have believed it
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| Oh, this could be my second chance
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| This could be my second chance
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| Morning came
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| And it left me with a bitter taste
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| Of a mould I don’t fit
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| But with many others we commit
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| Heaven knows this is real
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| So lift me up, raise my head high
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| And take my photograph
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| And keep it 'til I’m old enough to know
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| That I was lovely, and I was truthful
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| If only I could have seen it
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| If only I could have believed it
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| Oh, this could be my second chance
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| And I feel like this is the first day
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| Of a brand new life in which I’m thirsty for
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| An honest life where I can love myself
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| For who I am, who I am
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| Take my photograph
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| And keep it 'til I’m old enough to know
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| That I was lovely and truthful
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| So lift me up, raise my head high
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| And take my photograph
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| And keep it 'til I’m old enough to know
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| That I was lovely, and I was truthful
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| If only I could have seen it
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| If only I could have believed it
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| Oh, this could be my second chance |