The Anthology
I can't say that, I'm not lost and at fault
I can't say that, I'm not lost and at fault I can't say that, I don't love the light and the dark I can't say that, I don't know that I am alive But when your will is broken When it slips from your hand I could show you a place God knows You should know the space is holy Do you…
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