| I don’t think it would be fair
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| To say that I understand
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| Why you spend the day burying your head
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| And we recall a time
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| When our words meant so much
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| I think they still do
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| Because they have to resonate somewhere
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| And we’re only getting older
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| But that doesn’t mean we stop believing
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| And you say you’re comfortable here
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| In the darkest room of a two story house
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| But your pain is growing bigger
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| I think it’s time to get out
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| I think it’s time to get out
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| Before your heart gives in
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| How can I love you ‘til the day I die
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| If you chose to drink yourself to death?
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| So take my hand and let’s get up!
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| Take my hand and never stop believing
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| And I know it’s not easy
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| But we can try
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| Take my hand and let’s get up!
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| I’m going to love you ‘til the day I die. |