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
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Her searching was over, over
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Hold onto the light that guides you
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Hold onto the air that cools you
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Hold on, Hold on to me
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Her mind sped fast through time
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Her family stood by trying hard not to cry with patience
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and virtue kept strong through the night, oh
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She never fell to her knees
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Her searching was over, over
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Hold onto the light that guides you
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Hold onto the air that cools you
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Hold on, Hold on to me
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Hold onto the light that guides you
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Hold onto the air that cools you
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Hold on, Hold on
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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 onto the light that guides you
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Hold onto the air that cools you
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Hold on, Hold on to me
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Hold onto the light that guides you
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Hold onto the air that cools you
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Hold on, Hold on to me, to me, to me
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Hold, hold on to me
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Piano
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