Remember the nights that you called me
When everything went wrong and you were lonely
you were down and out and I was on my way
I could never think of the right words to say
Just rattle off some junk from my brain
I can't believe that you'd think that you were not good enough
So I say to you
Get Up, nothing's guna bring you down
Get up, never wana see you frown
Get up. nothing's guna stand in your way today
Say baby, why do you cry
I promise everything will be alright
But if you ever need my all you gota do is call and I'm on my way to you
All you need is love to heal your aching pain
I'm on my way so I can say to you
Time is running out just save us from ourselves
Time is running out again
Time is running out, running out so fast
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