| Saw a group of people forming
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| Round a figure lying down
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| And someone runs to make a phone call
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| And the man kneels on the ground
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| The man kneels on the ground
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| There’s a tightening in my chest
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| I know that I’m drawn in
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| Oh God let it not be you
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| Don’t leave us
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| Don’t leave like this
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| Don’t leave me here again
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| I’m not quitting on you
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| No one else
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| You’re not quitting on us
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| No running out
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| The color in your shirt is darkening
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| Against the paleness of your skin
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| I remember how you held the goldfish
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| Swimming around in a plastic bag
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| Swimming around in a plastic bag
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| You held it up so high
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| In the bright lights of the fair
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| It slipped and fell
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| We looked everywhere
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| Don’t leave us (your eyes are bright, your blood is warm)
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| Don’t leave like this (your heart is strong, you’re holding on)
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| Don’t leave me here again (I feel your pulse, I hold your hand)
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| I’m not quitting on you
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| There’s no one else
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| You’re not quitting on us
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| There’s no way out
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| No way out
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| Don’t leave us
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| Don’t leave like this
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| Don’t leave me here again (I feel your pulse, I hold your hand)
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| I’m not quitting on you
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| There’s no one else
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| You’re not quitting on us
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| No running away no way out |