| Chaos all around me,
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| With it’s finger clinging,
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| But I can hear you singing,
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| In the corners of my brain.
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| Every doubt has found me.
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| Every sound of grows drier.
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| Everything is quiet.
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| But the song that keeps me sane.
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| I can hear you’re voice,
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| Echoe in my voice softly.
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| I can feel your strength,
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| Reinforcing mine.
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| If you fear I’ll lose my spirit,
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| Like a drunkard’s wasted wine,
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| Don’t you even think about it,
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| I’m feelin' fine.
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| Mmmhmmm…
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| I can hear your voice,
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| Echoe in my voice softly.
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| I can feel your strength,
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| Reinforcing mine.
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| If you fear I’ll lose my spirits,
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| Like a drunkard’s wasted wine,
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| Don’t you even think about it,
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| I’m feelin' fine
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| Mmmhmmm… |