You said you're not going to hell. But you can't ask it. If your running from yourself. I give you my love. I give you my love. Still you walk away.
It's a bright light child. As you jump to the street below. But where can you go To leave yourself behind? Lonely on the spotlight, Your not really traveling. I give you my love.
Holding the city. I give my love to you. And I'll bring you through. See your not alone. I give you my love. I give you my love.
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