| Here is my hand, small and cold, to unfold
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| No please don’t ask who he was held it before
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| Just sense my need, its for you that I reach
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| Only to be so empty no more
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| Cos I could get past all of this, all of this,
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| All of this with you, I could
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| Get back into this with someone like you
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| To hold on to
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| To hold on to
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| Here is my past, from my throne I was hurled
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| Here’s what I have, one small voice, one small pearl
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| Easily lost, but I’ll warm to your touch
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| Don’t leave me here, blown apart and no crutch
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| Cos I, I could get past all of this, all of this,
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| All of this with you, I could
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| Get back into this with someone like
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| I could get past all of this, all of this,
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| All of this with you, I could
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| Get back into this with someone like you
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| To hold on to
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| To hold on to
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| Just put your hand in mine |