| We caught fire in cities made of snow
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| Cut so deep by everyone we loathed
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| Two were one before division bells
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| Separation peeling back our shells
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| We’re the same
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| When you’re crumbling by the wayside
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| When you’re lost and torn apart
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| You can call on me
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| I’ll pull you (x2)
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| There’s no end to my affection
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| When you’re life comes crashing down
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| You can call on me
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| I’ll pull you (x2) out
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| Gone the days of innocence and youth
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| Complexes evade us from the truth
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| Opposite sides from a firing line
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| Synergetic, holding onto you
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| We’re the same
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| When you’re crumbling by the wayside
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| When you’re lost and torn apart
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| You can call on me
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| I’ll pull you (x2)
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| There’s no end to my affection
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| When you’re life comes crashing down
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| You can call on me
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| I’ll pull you (x2) out
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| Oh, We’re the same
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| When you’re crumbling by the wayside
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| When you’re lost and torn apart
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| You can call on me
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| I’ll pull you
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| There’s no end to my affection
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| When you’re life comes crashing down
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| You can call on me
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| I’ll pull you (I'll pull you)
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| Yeah, I’ll pull you out |