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If I go to the dark, You illuminate
All the shadows that aren't there
Running away is just a poor metaphor
Because I'm never quite as far as I think
Danger, the way that she moves in your brain
Without a face
Patient You wait, even though I was wrong
It's not the same
Looking weak never had more appeal
Bend the knee, stop this heart for a while
Counting on the grace You give
Just when I think that I'm alone I think about You more
And the words You said are always ringing in my ears
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