Down on my own,
I’m paralyzed, afflicted by love and death
Set on my own,
the muse is not ready to roll
And I know you’re sleeping tonight
And I hope you’re dreaming of light
Have you found a way?
‘Cause you and I remain
And, oh, my god, it’s too late to pray
Say the word!
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