[Verse 1] Souls suffer the landscape In shrouds of dew, as ghosts Their eternity is for searching But a certain dissension grows Ive seen them wander Voices raised in prayer Consorting in a whisper They curse the ones not there [Hook] If you didnt want this and I didnt need it Then how has this interest become an addiction? If you didnt want it, then why cant you do without? [Verse 2] I know Im not your first one But I pray Ill be your last Ive never seen you cry before BUt I know when I make you laugh I know and you know, youve heard this all before These arms are for holding on This heart wont stray from home [Hook] I know, I know... God tell me, wheres my halo? [Hook]
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