In your dreams, in your bed
in everyone and in your head
on the wall, it ain't white
in every letter that you write
in the way people talk
in the shape of stones and rocks
he's your hero, he's your God
he listens to this song and nods
In a voice, in a sound
when you're happy when you're down
it will pass, things will change
but you don't want to hear that
in the scent of the air
on the clothes that people wear
you feel love, so does he
and he's telling you, "I'm here"
he's here...
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