| Something inside of myself is torn
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| And I can hardly stand
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| I can feel those precious years
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| Slipping through my hands
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| Lights have failed, I’m in the dark
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| Imprisoned inside of myself
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| But then you hold me
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| And I wouldn’t be anybody else
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| I’m thinking of the ships of my sailing days,
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| Not long gone I know, but they feel lifetimes away
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| Wires are cut, I’m disconnected
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| Feeding back inside of myself
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| But then you hold me
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| Oh and I wouldn’t be anybody else
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| You made me thrill, you made me whole
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| And I thank you for your presence full of soul
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| Now when I come home with my face all worn,
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| My voice in shreds and my pride in rags,
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| When I’m sick of my work and I look like dirt
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| And I feel like shutting down blinds and packing up bags,
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| When there’s no pill will console me
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| And no drug will free me from myself
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| That’s when you hold me
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| And I wouldn’t be anybody else |