| Sometimes I wish I’d met you long before*
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| Life did.
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| I would have held you closer, closer than my skin.
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| Closer.
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| Is breathing, still breathing?
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| A flower when the world only sees a whore
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| Somethings you did will be with you to the grave
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| But that doesn’t have to be a funeral today
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| Don’t have to give, give yourself away
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| Don’t say goodbye,
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| Don’t leave tonight.
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| This pain won’t last forever.
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| Don’t let this world take you
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| I’ve seen those tears you’ve cried.
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| I’ve seen those mistakes you’ve made.
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| And I was there when they hurt you,
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| And I’m still here for you.
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| And in the morning I still hear you,
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| Just like before singing.
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| And in the evening I can see you,
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| Dancing in the moonlight.
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| Are dreams, still dreaming?
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| Or are they now dead?
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| Forever to remain inside a little girl’s head
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| Somethings you did will be with you to the grave
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| But that doesn’t have to be a funeral today
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| Don’t have to give, give yourself away
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| Don’t say goodbye,
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| Don’t leave tonight.
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| This pain won’t last forever.
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| Don’t let this world take you
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| I’ve seen the tears you’ve cried.
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| I’ve seen the mistakes you’ve made.
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| And I was there when they hurt you,
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| And I’m still here for you.
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| Somethings you did will be with you to the grave
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| But that doesn’t have to be a funeral today
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| Don’t have to give, give yourself away |