| This could be the saddest dusk I’ve ever seen
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| I turn to a miracle, high-alive
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| My mind is racing, as it always will
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| My hands tired, my heart aches
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| I’m half a world away, here in my head
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| And I had sworn to go it alone and hold it along
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| And haul it along and hold it
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| Go it alone and hold it along
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| And hold
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| Oh, lonely deeps and hollows
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| Are half a world, half a world away
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| My shoes are gone, my life is spent
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| I had too much to drink
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| I didn’t think, I didn’t think of you
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| I guess that’s all I needed
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| To go it alone and hold it along
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| And haul it along and hold it
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| Blackbirds, backwards, forwards and fall
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| And hold
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| Oh, this lonely world is wasted
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| Pathetic eyes, high-alive
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| Blind eye that turns to see
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| The storm it came up strong
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| It shook the trees and blew away our fear
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| I couldn’t leave it here
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| To go it alone, hold it along
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| Haul it along and hold it
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| Go it alone and hold it along
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| And hold
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| Go it alone and hold it along
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| Haul it along and hold it
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| Blackbirds, backwards, forwards and fall
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| And hold
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| Oh, this could be the saddest dusk I’ve ever seen
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| Turn to a miracle, high-alive
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| My mind is racing, as it always will
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| My hands tired, my heart aches
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| I’m half a world away to go |