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When the skies are gray and all the doors are closing

And the rising pressure 
makes it hard to breathe

When all I need's a hand to stop the tears from falling
I will find him, I'll find him next to me When the skies are gray and all the doors are closing And the rising pressure makes it hard to breathe When all I need's a hand to stop the tears from falling I will find him, I'll find him next to me
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