Whenever I feel like crying,
And giving up on everything,
You tell me, 'It's not worth dying.'
Whenever I feel like crying,
And giving up on everything,
You tell me, 'It's not worth fighting.'
Whenever you feel like crying,
And giving up on everything,
I'll tell you:
It's not worth dying,
It's not worth fighting.
Here's my shoulder,
And I'll make you feel like flying.
I'll always be there,
Ready to mourn when you're hurting.
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