Maybe you'll only be here a moment,
but I'm telling myself it's enough;
as long as you'll hold my hand
in the morning, which is all I need.
Dusty blinds and faded paint;
sunshine makes them glitter new.
Maybe you could help me
find what I am looking for.
Maybe you could help me
break free from this disease
of fear and lust and loneliness.
Maybe you could hold my hand.
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