| Been the darkest and wildest of lonelys
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| Need a touch need somebody to hold me
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| Cause the weight of the world’s getting heavy
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| On my shoulders
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| And the hardest part is they say the heart grows fonder with the distance
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| Feels like you’re as far as the furthest star, but we’re stronger every minute
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| These are the days we’ll talk about for years and years
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| Raising our glasses full of all our tears, cheers
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| To the fight that we won with our hands tied
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| To the nights that we turned into sunrise
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| These are the days we’ll talk about for years
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| Miss the sound of the planes flying over
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| Every clock on the wall ticking slower
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| What a story we’ll tell when we’re older
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| When we’re older
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| And the hardest part is they say the heart grows fonder with the distance
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| Feels like you’re as far as the furthest star, but we’re stronger every minute
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| These are the days we’ll talk about for years and years
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| Raising our glasses full of all our tears, cheers
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| To the fight that we won with our hands tied
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| To the nights that we turned into sunrise
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| These are the days we’ll talk about for years and years and years
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| For years and years and years
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| New York City’s empty streets
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| London’s singing from balconies
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| Hold my loved ones close to me
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| Throw my feelings to the sky
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| Breathing in the air tonight
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| Reach my hands out close my eyes
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| Here’s to every high and low
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| Here’s to holding on to hope
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| Here’s to never letting go
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| These are the days we’ll talk about for years and years
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| Raising our glasses full of all our tears, cheers
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| To the fight that we won with our hands tied
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| To the nights that we turned into sunrise
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| These are the days we’ll talk about for years |