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A Reason to Live

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Invoking

Published: Dec 18, 2011

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Please wipe your tears
Next time you cry
Stand up strong, revitalize

Cause when you feel
You've lost it all
And you're just about
To take the fall

When you think
That no one cares
When you wonder
Why life's not fair

Please remember
What's in my eyes
You're the reason
That I'm alive...

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