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When cold winds feel like warm hands, 
When taking a deep breath feels like a victory,
When waking up is a gift, not a given right,
Knowing that in the end I'll be alright, 
When cold winds feel like warm hands, 
I know where I'll stand in the end, 
Walking hand in hand no matter what.
Hand in Hand with you,
Knowng theirs nothing in this world that we can't face
As long as in the end we are together.