When life leaves you high and dry
I'll be at your door tonight if you need help, if you need help
I'll shut down the city lights,
I'll lie, cheat, I'll beg and bribe to make you well, to make you well
When enemies are at your door I'll carry you away from war
If you need help
Your hope dangling by a string
I'll share in your suffering to make you well
Give me reasons to believe that you would do the same for me
Phillip Phillips - Gone, gone, gone ♫
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