| I got some friends with trouble sleeping
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| At a full moon, howling like a beast, they fall in
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| Line with what their instincts tell them
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| To make it worth the hurt they’re feeling
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| Like spirits in the night we walk
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| With the winter’s shadows lost
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| Fill these cozy bars with talk
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| Of what we need and what we’ve lost
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| Waking up to this
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| Just like I knew I would
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| I know the work is hard
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| I know the struggle’s good
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| I guess it didn’t work
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| Quite like we thought it would
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| I’ve got some friends that roll with punches
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| Can make a struggle feel like a waltz with loved ones
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| And help you shake your hands with demons
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| Before they help you, make them leave you
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| And with their arms around my shoulder
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| To make my head and my heart feel bolder
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| And help me feel the love I’m holding
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| And let go of the pain
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| I’ve got some friends that swim in oceans
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| In the middle of the winter’s coldest
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| Days and bare feet burning coals they
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| Walk along like streets of gold
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| And how we used to fill our souls
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| Might not have time for that no more
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| Might punch the clock feel the void calling out
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| Like it did before |