Well Enough - William Fitzsimmons
And your finally out
If you draw your first
And the air was cold
But you will never know
And i tried to find
The heart to hold
But my arm was tired
Had to let you go
But i hope i made you well
And i hope i made you well
So i wish you well
As your arm your own
And i hope you find
Whatever is your home
And i hope i made you well
And i hope i made you well
And i hope i made you well
And i hope i made you well
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