Seems to matter what I do, so I'm saving this
D'you breathe the name
Of your saviour
In your hour of need
And
When darkness is no less than everything you've built become
I hear a sigh, longing for loving in this life
The
Fatal velocity, comes on with a rush, overpowering, gives the
It's a bit like a trip, but you hit it
Here at the station, standing in the rain, lost in
I worry that I can't give you what you need
That
They're locking up the sun, the light of reason gone,
n'
I'd stay the hand of god, but the war is
I've walked the distance, I paid my dues and tried
The devil may smile with an angels face
A cat may
Looking at the road that rises up ahead
I thought I'd
In these days of manmade wonders we still bicker over
You've been biting bullets all these years, I know
There beside
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