Wishful smiles on your face
Loyalties divided
Grabbed the gods by their throats
Create the space to walk in
Soothing blow in my ear
Folds me up and i'm gone
Bolt, the doors, please
You're tôo good for me
(And it's coming around)
Spiteful thoughts surround you
My peaceful mind is dead
The darkest place you know
Hold the hope I live in
Bolt the doors, please
You're too good for me
(And it's coming around)
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