| This is cold and dark, this place
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| You are broken, what will replace
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| The hole that has been dug here
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| Emptiness left where
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| Once I was so aware
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| Aware of you
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| You are quiet, you are meek
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| Unlike me so indiscreet
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| I am plainly alone
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| Once you open up, you close
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| I fell, I’m winning, then I don’t know
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| Who you are
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| You came to me so battered and alone
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| You wondered how to go on
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| Life is unforgiving
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| And you need to forgive
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| Well look at me, your childhood friend
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| Who’s never had the trouble to be stepped on
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| I wish you’d see
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| That you can borrow me
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| So push me where you want
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| Let in all the ghosts to haunt
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| I welcome such trouble
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| But what if things don’t change
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| And you find yourself to blame
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| For all this alone
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| Well I have listened to your silence
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| These walls are beaming with forgiveness
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| You are up and then you’re down
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| But mostly you’re somewhere in-between
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| You should be free
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| Until then borrow me
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| Borrow me
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| Carry your troubles so heavy
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| Over your heart and then through me
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| Your mind’s a separate matter
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| When your eyes are blind, I see
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| When your voice is swallowed, I speak free
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| And love you like I do
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| Well I am not an angel
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| Sent from heaven to save your soul
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| I am just a no good sinner
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| Who loves you more than life
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| You could be free
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| Wouldn’t you rather borrow me? |