| Becky loved me and I let her
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| Wish I could have loved her better
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| On the day we pulled apart
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| She primed a time-bomb in my heart
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| Now there’s a shadow hiding
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| Now there’s a horseman riding
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| Lover of all broken things
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| Standing waiting in the wings
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| Sometimes I wonder why I love and let it die
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| Can’t give, can’t live just to hold back, hold back
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| There’s a dark hand, there’s a dark hand
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| There’s a dark hand over my heart
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| There’s a dark hand, there’s a dark hand
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| There’s a dark hand over my heart
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| You call me fraud and faker
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| You call me user, taker
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| You say I throw you scraps
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| Prove my strength by holding back
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| But I shine my honour brightly
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| Swear my allegiance nightly
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| But through my hands it slips
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| The same old demons paint their lips
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| Sometimes I wonder why I love and let it die
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| I can’t give, I can’t live just to hold back, hold back
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| There’s a dark hand, there’s a dark hand
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| There’s a dark hand over my heart
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| There’s a dark hand, there’s a dark hand
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| There’s a dark hand over my heart
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| There’s a dark hand, there’s a dark hand
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| There’s a dark hand over my heart
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| Oh there’s a dark hand, there’s a dark hand
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| There’s a dark hand over my heart |