| Tides, coursing through your bones
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| Coursing through your blood
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| And through your mind
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| All of your memories and the past
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| Light the fire son and leave it and
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| Fall, into the beating of your heart
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| Like the beat up on the battle lines
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| Yea no matter what they’ve said it’ll be alright
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| ‘Cause I’ll be, I’ll be, I’ll be your shoulder
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| I’ll be your common ground
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| I’ll be, I’ll be, I’ll be your hold up
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| Someone that you can count
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| Stall, the words up on your lips
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| Lay them soft under the cool night
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| Under the rhythm of your breath
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| And our bodies in the moonlight
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| Rise, up to a vision of your fear
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| Like a ghost about to pull tight
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| And tell that devil it’s enough
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| Yea he’s gone run out of time
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| ‘Cause I’ll be, I’ll be, I’ll be your shoulder
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| I’ll be your common ground
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| I’ll be, I’ll be, I’ll be your «hold up»
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| Someone that you can count |