Words and music by Roddy Frame
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I look around me and what do I see?
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Sadness surrounds me, alone as can be
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With too much time and too much distance.
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These chains that bind me
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They won't set me free,
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I look behind me and coming for me
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Is my best friend, she's my resistance.
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Chorus:
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So if you find yourself alone and so unkind,
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And if you've asked yourself, over and over,
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And even if your heartbeats hurt like goodbyes,
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Try, try, try
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Open your mind, spend some time,
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With the gentle kind
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I was torn between the darkness and the light,
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Lost to all belief that it could turn out right.
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But my quiet friend turned me round,
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Made me see again.
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Took my hand, said nothing much,
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No lesson learned, just a gentle touch
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And I am coming round,
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I am coming round again.
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Chorus
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Cos' in a hard world, with fastness and an eye on the money,
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I heard a soft voice, saying "Never worry, hold on honey"
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When my world was gone, a whisper kind of eased my mind.
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And I am holdin' on,
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To the gentle kind.
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The Gentle Kind
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Aztec Camera |