| He, he told me in his darker days, «Don't shy away»
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| He, he’s afraid of what’s to come
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| I’m afraid of who he is
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| Don’t belong, don’t belong
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| To me no more
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| Taken by the nighttime, I can’t find the right time to speak
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| Kiss his cheeks, ask him if he’s okay
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| Don’t want a fight, no, no way
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| The darkest of the days
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| The darkest of the days
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| He, he’s treading on to harder grounds
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| The sand, it slows him down and
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| I, I’m tryna pull him out, sinking further than he’s walking
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| Let’s talk about it (Talk about it)
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| I want to hear your thoughts about it
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| I’m ready when you want to talk about it
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| Kiss his cheeks
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| Ask him if he’s okay (Are you okay?)
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| Don’t want a fight no, no way
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| The darkest of the days
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| The darkest of the days
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| The darkest of the days (I wanna hear your thoughts about it)
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| The darkest of the days
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| (I'm ready when you want to talk about it)
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| Kiss his cheeks
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| Ask him if he’s okay
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| Don’t want a fight, no, no way
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| The darkest of the days
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| The darkest of the days |