| You were alone and you were alive
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| Among the woken dead
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| He was a liar but not a tone
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| Still he went to your head
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| He said, I love you baby like a miner loves gold,
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| and this will never grow old
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| Lost in the ether, down in the blind
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| and not a word was said
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| but he was neither, vicious or kind
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| as he laid there and bled
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| His hands were on you and it felt just the same
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| as when he didn’t know your name
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| and he said, I love you baby like a miner loves gold
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| and this will never grow old
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| Darkness for cover
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| church in ruin
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| there’s nothing left to feel
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| Goodbye lover, this is your doing
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| a heart against the wheel |