| I know you’re out there
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| Out in that weather
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| It’s rainin' sideways
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| A hard rain
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| Keepin' your head down
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| Buried in your collar
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| You press into the head wind
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| Cause there’s work to be done
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| If she don’t cling to you
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| If she don’t tend to you
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| I’ll give you respite from your worries
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| And the wind that’s blowin' through
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| If you’re looking for a soft place to land
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| The calm of a steady hand
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| An unconditional friend
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| If you need to take a moment to catch your breath
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| Come in before you catch your death
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| You don’t have to pass a test to come home
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| You’re faithful pauly
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| Who’s legs have broken
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| Now leaves you stranded in a high plane
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| Your gunshot echos
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| Your heart despairin'
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| You pack up all you can carry
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| Cause there’s work to be done
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| If she don’t pray to you
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| And run her fingers through
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| How about I’ll always leave the light on
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| She don’t bend to you
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| And she don’t bow down too
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| And put her shoulder to the burden
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| That is weighing down on you
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| If you’re looking for a soft place to land
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| The calm of a steady hand
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| An unconditional friend
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| If you need to take a moment to catch your breath
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| Come in before you catch your death
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| You don’t have to pass a test to come…
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| If you’re looking for a soft place to land
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| The calm of a steady hand
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| An unconditional friend
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| If you need to take a moment to catch your breath
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| Come in before you catch your death
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| You don’t have to pass a test to come…
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| Soft place to land… soft place to land… |