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Luck, for now.
Does it matter where you lay your head last?
I've tried to hold your flame,
But it was too cold to hold.
Upward angels, lend me your pity,
How dare you say you've seen the light with blind eyes,
I know the way back home, but it don't mean thats where I'm heading,
I've got better things to fill my wastless time with.
You'll see this through when I am far from you're reach,
And it's my love you'll regret you never seen,
Look what you've done, There's no air left to breathe,
There's nothing left to be done but breathe and go home without even a whisper of your voice.
