| Coming back up |
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Out of the |
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Darkness |
| Always a relief to |
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See the |
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Light of |
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Day |
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| Wondering how I |
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Got so |
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Low |
| Wondering how I
could |
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Forget the |
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Beauty of |
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Life |
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| Where does my |
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Hope |
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Go to |
| During those |
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Black days of |
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Hopelessness |
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Despair |
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| Wish I could |
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Leave them |
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Behind |
| But I know they'll |
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Return again to |
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Haunt |
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Me |
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| I know another day
will |
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Bring them |
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Back to me |
| Another trip into
the |
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Grip of |
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Fear and |
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Loneliness |
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| Wish I could |
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Lock them out |
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Forever |
| Banish
them from my |
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Life |
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End
this |
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Madness |
| |
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| But they seem to |
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Be a |
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Fixture |
| A part of my life |
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I have to |
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Accept |
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Live with |
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| Maybe someday |
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Love will |
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Find me |
| And maybe that will |
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Ease the pain |
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Chase away the |
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Black |
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| Some sweet woman to |
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Ease my |
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Sorrow |
| Make my days more |
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Bearable |
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A bit |
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Brighter |
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| I know that's |
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Not a cure |
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All |
| And she'll have |
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Her black days too |
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Her own fears and |
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Sadness |
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| But with a |
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Little help |
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Sharing and caring |
| We could help |
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Each other to |
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Make it |
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Through |
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| In the mean time |
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I make it through |
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Alone |
| Cherishing these |
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Bright days |
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Dreading the |
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Dark ones |
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