Her life was more than mine,
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Like a proud shooting star into the night,
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She crashed through the airwaves and ripped like a knife.
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It was a bad disease; her searching was over, over.
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Hold on to the light that guides you,
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Hold on to the air that cools you,
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Hold on, hold on to me
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Her mind steadfast through time,
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Her family stood by trying hard not to cry,
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With patience and virtue, kept strong through the night, oh.
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She never fell to her knees, her searching was over, over.
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Hold on to the light that guides you,
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Hold on to the air that cools you,
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Hold on, hold on to me
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Hold on to the light that guides you,
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Hold on to the air that cools you,
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Hold on, hold on to me
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And then my eyes stretched out,
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As I saw her hand slip away
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Hold on to the light that guides you,
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Hold on to the air that cools you,
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Hold on, hold on to me
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Hold on to the light that guides you,
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Hold on to the air that cools you,
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Hold on, hold on to me
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Hold On
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