| When the call hasn’t come,
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| Let me sit with you and wait.
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| When the other kind does,
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| Let me help you bear the weight.
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| Let me gather wood, when the fires gone out.
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| Let me pray for you, when you’re filled with doubt.
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| Hold your white knuckled hands, when our daughters out too late.
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| Let me be the one, that’s walking with you through the night.
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| When the morning comes, with it’s brash and blinding light.
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| Let me be the one, that’s crawling with you through the thorns.
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| Back to back, we both were born to share this fight.
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| When you haven’t got no sleep,
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| Let me fix you a cup of Joe.
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| Let me soak your shirt in tears,
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| When the tumor starts to grow.
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| Let me rub your back when the children whine.
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| Let me push your cart through the five and dine.
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| Help you hobble down the hall with your IV line in tow.
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| Let me be the one, that’s walking with you through the night.
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| When the morning comes, with it’s brash and blinding light.
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| Let me be the one, that’s crawling with you through the thorns.
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| Back to back, we both were born to share this fight.
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| There’s no one I’d rather walk with,
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| Through the brier or the flame.
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| Let me hold you in the darkness,
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| In the fire, in the rain.
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| Let me be the one, that’s walking with you through the night.
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| When the morning comes, with it’s brash and blinding light.
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| Let me be the one, that’s crawling with you through the thorns.
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| Back to back, we both were born to share this fight.
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| Back to back, we both were born to share this fight.
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| Back to back, we both were born to share this fight. |