| Her life was more than mine
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| Like a proud shooting star into the night
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| She crashed through the airwaves and ripped like a knife
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| It was a bad disease; |
| her searching was over, over
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| Hold on to the light that guides you
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| Hold on to the air that cools you
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| Hold on, hold on to me
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| Her mind steadfast through time
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| Her family stood by trying hard not to cry
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| With patience and virtue, kept strong through the night, oh
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| She never fell to her knees, her searching was over, over
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| Hold on to the light that guides you
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| Hold on to the air that cools you
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| Hold on, hold on to me
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| Hold on to the light that guides you
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| Hold on to the air that cools you
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| Hold on, hold on to me
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| And then my eyes stretched out
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| As I saw her hand slip away
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| Hold on to the light that guides you
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| Hold on to the air that cools you
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| Hold on, hold on to me
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| Hold on to the light that guides you
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| Hold on to the air that cools you
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| Hold on, hold on to me |