| I promised you I’m never giving up
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| Never giving up, never giving up
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| I won’t give in
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| But now that my body’s giving up
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| My legs are giving out my head is throwing up its hands
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| It’s asking
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| Can we wait for the summer again?
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| Can we hold out for summer again?
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| Will we ever be whole again?
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| My old house, my childhood’s tomb
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| It is a failing light, but it will come back soon
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| A candle burns in your old room
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| And before it goes out, i swear i will find you
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| My little sister, i was two
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| The year that you were born and ben came after you
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| We all three shared gentle youth
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| Our mother combed our hair, our father cleaned our wounds
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| Then a small thing happened, or sunk its tooth
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| And i was left behind, in different shapes you move
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| In my peripheral sight i reach out for you
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| But when i turn my head I’m in an empty room
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| A faceless clock, the hands unmoved
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| But for a layer of dust, a cobweb or two
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| In a broken mirror i see my broken truths
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| Now when i comb my hair, i pull the gray ones loose
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| My old house, my childhood’s tomb
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| It is a failing light, but it will come back soon
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| In the backyard, birds, a dogwood blooms
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| I will come back home, i will wait for you
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| I will wait for the summer
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| I will hold out for summer
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| I will wait, there’s a promise-land
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| In every man’s heart. |
| there is a summer
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| That’s how we sung
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| Oh, oh, oh |