| You were lost in a world you do not know
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| A weary soul, discarded
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| As you wander the plains that winter claims
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| The night seems ever darker
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| You’re never on his side till you’re safe from harm
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| You say the losers lines
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| But with the devil on your mind
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| And a half-smile you will make it right
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| And I know you’ll make it yet
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| Because my hope for you is not death
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| Will you cross through the hills, the hills for her
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| Although she’s long departed
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| Will you offer your soul, your mind at all
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| A deal in brokenhearted
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| You’re never on his side till you’re safe from harm
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| You take the losers lines
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| But with the devil on your mind
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| And a half-smile you will make it right
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| And I know you’ll make it yet
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| My hope for you is not death
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| Light it out and tear it up
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| Wonder when the line was crossed
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| Needing other than what’s not
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| Know that something true is lost
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| Let it go
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| Let it go
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| I am lost in a world I do not know
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| A weary soul, discarded |