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There’s a book full of sorrows and they’re all mine
You’ve been writing them down and so have I
As I thumb through each page I wonder how I’ll survive
With armies on my left and my right side
There’s a bottle of tears by my bedside
You’ve collected each one as I cried
You know all my fears I’ve locked inside
Your promises are keeping me alive
If you’ve heard it once, then you’ve heard it before. Probably 1,
000 times here’s a
couple more, Whoa oh, don’t let go
You’ve held my hand now hold my head under the water till the old me’s dead,
Whoa Oh, fill my soul