| Strong, that’s what they say
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| I’m only complacent
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| And I will admit to the crime
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| Of being too blind, feeling too certain
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| That you’ll always be on my side
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| I often forget your love is a gift
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| A gift, I take it for granted
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| I know you don’t have to be here
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| You don’t have to love me
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| Yet you do, you still do
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| Ah, ah, ah yes, you still do
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| Weak, when on my own
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| Confess I’m pathetic
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| Befriended by panic and cold
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| And then you arrive, my torment relenting
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| Again I appear to be strong
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| That’s what they say
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| I’m only complacent
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| And I will admit to the crime
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| Of being too blind, feeling too certain
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| That you’ll always be on my side
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| I often forget your love is a gift
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| A gift, I take it for granted
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| I know you don’t have to be here
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| You don’t have to love me
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| Yet you do, you still do
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| Ah, ah, ah yes, you still do
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| I often forget your love is a gift
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| A gift, I take it for granted
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| I know you don’t have to be here
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| You don’t have to love me
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| Yet you do
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| I often forget your love is a gift, a gift
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| Trusts and lets me breathe
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| Repairs every cut and sting
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| I often forget your love is a gift, a gift
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| A gift, your love as a gift
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| You don’t have to be here
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| You don’t have to love me
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| I know you don’t have to love me
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| And be here with me
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| You are a gift
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| I often forget your love is a gift, a gift
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| I take it for granted and
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| How can I forget your love is a gift
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| And you do |