| Mother, can’t you see that I’m okay?
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| It hurts in my heart to see your eyes
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| Close that morning. |
| Different from all
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| You put me through life with patience
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| Now that it’s gone, there’s a hole in the dark
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| Inside of me now
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| I’m broken
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| This feeling’s alive
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| The shortness of breath drains my well-being slowly
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| Mother, can you hear me from down here?
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| The wise do depart
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| With luggage from past
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| I’ll face the blackness
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| I’ll remember your way
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| Of fighting this world
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| I’ll stand my ground now
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| And before it all ends
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| I’ll graciously embrace
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| The fight you fought with me
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| I’m broken
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| This feeling’s alive
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| The shortness of breath drains my well-being slowly
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| When there’s fear in your heart, don’t you dare cry
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| I’ll be watching, watching you
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| When your life tries to spark, don’t you let go
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| Don’t let your tears make this fire go out
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| With the fear of no shelter, you’ll build one yourself
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| With fear, you’ll make it through the night
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| When the tears fills your eyes, don’t let them know
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| First you rebuild your fortress
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| When there’s fear in your heart, don’t you dare cry
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| I’ll be watching, watching you
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| When your life tries to spark, don’t you let go
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| Don’t let your tears make this fire go out |