(t. b. schmit)



Living in the city it's a hazy way

Picking up the pieces that get in my way

But one thing i can clearly see

That's when you're looking, looking straight into me

Don't you know it

Won't you show it



Don't give up

Baby watcha trying to do

Don't give up

Just cause you're feeling blue

Don't give up

Girl you gotta understand

Don't give up

I can lend a helping hand



I can feel your confusion 'round and 'round

Staring out the window, hearing the sound

Of people, people talking about

What they know nothing, nothing about

Can't you see it

Don't you feel it



Don't give up...



Do you think you're the only girl whose been troubled

And on the run

Well listen to me one time baby

You and me, we're gonna see the sun



Don't give up




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