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On and On

Yesterday, I decided to break out of my usual playlist and put my entire music library on random shuffle. Sometimes I find songs that make me think "Why the heck did I ever listen to this?" and then other times I find long-forgotten gems like this song. It made me choke because Someone knew that I was feeling down in the dumps and needed to hear this.

"On and On"
by Tenth Avenue North

Love, I have waited for you 
And love, I was wounded for you 
Won't you look into my eyes 
Through the pain and through your pride 
And find I am true 
You're the one I can't deny 
And I'll never leave your side 
I gave my life for you 
So what are you waiting for? 

On and on we go 
Come love take my hand 
On and on we go 
Time and time again 
On and on we go 
Back to where this all began 
Come love take my hand 

Life is waiting for you 
And life I have given to you 
Tell me what else can I do 
What more have I left to prove? 
That I am what you need 
Still I will hold on to your heart 
Through the chaos and the dark 
When your eyes fail to see 
So what are you waiting for? 

On and on we go 
Come love take my hand 
On and on we go 
As you run away again 
On and on we go 
Back to where this all began

Broken I was for you 
Broken I'm still for you 
My broken heart breaks for you 
Broken I'm over you 

On and on we go 
On and on we go 

On and on we go 
Come love take my hand 
On and on we go 
Time and time again 
On and on we go 
Back to where this all began 
Come love take my hand 
Come love take my hand 
Come take my hand

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