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| A knife in my side, I live on with this pain. But only those who caused it can really make it go away. Body weak from burdens, I can no longer stand But through my collapse there's always a friend to take my hand. Catch me if I stumble, hold me when I cry. Stand with me forever, let the pain inside me die. Even if you hurt me, that's a price that I'd still pay. Pain fades into your smile. You make everything ok. |
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