you find the woes
in your stereo
hanging high as love
flies by
no one really knows
your frozen still
afraid to move
it's going gone
as numb is creeping the feel
come along the edges
of breath and sting
it's all right if you
grip and cling
my love, these times
are wasted things
be the epitome blast
wiping out glum and past
you shine alright
with me standing by
you're not alone
you're not one, but two
I'm right there for you
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