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I was the light
I was the quiet heart
I was the place we used to dwell.
And when the cold would tear your life apart,
I was the warmth that you had felt
What have I become?
Thoughts like shadows swelling through my mind.
What have I become?
Something else inside...
Is driving nails into my soul
Angels from my door.
Driving nails into my soul
Something inside....
I was the blood inside your broken heart
I was the stone that you had held
I close my eyes
Search for you
Retracing every step.
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