| So come, give me your hand
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| Give me your heart and I’ll carry it everywhere
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| Believe that love still exists,
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| I know I do try to not drown in my own despair
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| How will I know if all of these tears I’ve cried
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| can be a river to float on?
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| How will I find that warm beating ribcage
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| that wants me to rip it open?
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| No, I am not a hell of a lover,
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| I’m finding it hard to trust anyone that way
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| But if I don’t give up myself
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| then how can I think that you’ll do it and I need that
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| How will I hear that pounding that never stops,
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| that I can’t abode?
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| How will I see that horizon, that constant glow
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| that is your backbone?
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| How will I know if all of these tears I’ve cried
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| can be a river to float on?
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| How will I find that warm beating ribcage
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| that wants me to rip it open?
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| To conquer pain with love,
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| conquer loneliness with love
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| conquer fear with love,
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| conquer body hate with love.
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| How will I know?
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| How will I find?
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| How will I hear?
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| How will I see? |