| Rest your head on my shoulder
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| And I’ll take care of your worries
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| It was you who promised this to me
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| It was you who offered me courage
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| In my darkest hour you can hear me
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| Softly question my travels
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| When doubt becomes me I’m troubled
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| And all my fears unravel
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| So simple when I was younger
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| But now I question my worth
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| Though my heart beats strong
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| There is doubt in my blood, in my bones
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| Like a song never sung
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| Like a night without morning
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| A promise undone
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| Rest your head on my shoulder
|
| And I’ll take care of your worries
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| It was you who promised this to me
|
| It was you who offered me courage
|
| In my darkest hour you can hear me
|
| Softly question my travels
|
| When doubt becomes me I’m troubled
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| And all my fears unravel
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| Do I seek to find disappointment
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| Do I write with a sense of shame
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| Like a bird on the ground
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| Who has injured its wing
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| I can no longer sing
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| I’m just waiting for
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| Someone to tell me
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| Again and again and again
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| Rest your head on my shoulder
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| And I’ll take care of your worries
|
| It was you who promised this to me
|
| It was you who offered me courage
|
| In my darkest hour you can hear me
|
| Softly question my travels
|
| When doubt becomes me I’m troubled
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| And all my fears unravel |