| Walking a fine line between wrong and right, and I know
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| There is a part of me that I try to hide
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| But I can’t win, and I can’t fight
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| I keep holding on too tight
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| Running away from the world outside
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| Now I am calling, hoping you’ll hear me
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| We all need somebody to believe in something
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| And I won’t fear this when I am falling
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| We all need somebody that can mend
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| These broken bones
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| Caught in the confines of the simple life, and I am
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| Holding my head high in the rising tide
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| And I can’t win, and I can’t fight
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| I keep holding on too tight
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| Running away from the world outside
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| Now I am calling, hoping you’ll hear me
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| We all need somebody to believe in something
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| And I won’t fear this when I am falling
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| We all need somebody that can mend
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| These broken bones
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| I’m not coming home now, I know
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| I’m so far away, so far from home
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| I’m not coming home now, I know
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| I’m so far away, I’m so far away
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| And I can’t win, and I can’t fight
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| I keep holding on too tight
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| Now I am calling, hoping you’ll hear me
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| We all need somebody to believe in something
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| And I won’t fear this when I am falling
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| We all need somebody that can mend
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| These broken bones
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| And I can’t win, and I can’t fight
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| I keep holding on too tight
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| Running away from the world outside
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| And I can’t win, and I can’t fight
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| I keep holding on too tight
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| Running away from the world outside |