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Well Enough

William Fitzsimmons

And you're 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
But 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
I hope I made you well