When I was a kid I held on so tight.
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I held on so tight when I was a kid.
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Then life opened up like a little rose.
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So I stopped right there and opened up my nose.
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And there was some hope that fate would come and reveal its magic in everyone.
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That love alone would break the spell and retire that metaphor of hell.
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These are the halves that make us whole.
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Despite all reason, no control.
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We're hesitating at the light.
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We're stepping blind into the night.
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The Halves That Make Us Whole
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