| I held you close, I think I know
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| Maybe it’s time that I let you go
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| Did I not show you
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| That it meant as much to me as it did to you
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| I swore I’d see this through
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| I could write you
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| But would you even read it?
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| Not read the words but take them as truths no gimmicks
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| I could write you
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| But now I see things different
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| It’s not the same between you and I
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| It’s not the same
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| Shatter the pieces of your past weakness
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| You need to fail faster to allow you to beat this
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| What a ritual, what a script to unfold
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| The story you were told
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| Fingernails scratching words on the chalkboard
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| Gave me chills, hair stood up on my forearm
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| The white noise was so hard to pick through
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| But I was still there to catch you
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| Pick you up before your short fuse would get you
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| You told me that I would see you again
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| Whether in this life or through a future kin
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| If I could have only one wish, I would ask to be stronger… stronger
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| Stronger
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| When love finds its way
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| It finds its way back to you
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| When love finds its way
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| It finds its way back to you
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| Now I see the picture
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| I’ve got this special feeling
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| Washes over like a perfect memory, but
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| I know to control my mind
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| Before it turns and controls me
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| When love finds its way
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| It finds its way back to you
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| When love finds its way
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| It finds its way back to you |