| Hours from sunrise, here in the heart of darkness
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| Where even demons fear to tread
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| Restraints that hold you down and render you helpless
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| Behind the wall that I was climbing
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| You with the broken wings, you the sinner
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| You, the patron saint of self-inflicted pity
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| In search of the pieces you lost when you fell apart
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| Suffer the children who like you knew no better
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| Mistakes and abuses, scars, wounds and bruises
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| Close your eyes, close your eyes
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| If you should fall, if the world turns away
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| If it all becomes too much, if you can’t take the pain
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| Here you have strength, here you are safe from harm
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| Here you have healing, all the things you never had
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| You don’t have to live in pain
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| You want the things that hurt you more
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| You don’t have to suffer for the things you never had
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| Here you have strength, here you are safe from harm
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| Here you have healing, all the things you never had |