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I put my boots back on Brought them down from the attic And they're so nice and broken With words unspoken to this city inside aflame Here I am like a crooked little lamb So breathless, the world is trying to stop And the night is still and it's still if you only knew Like an hour of doom With broken bottles on the streets And amor gone crazy so crazy as we feel afire So forgive me, the bad weather There's no love without faith and thine is dead No love without faith and thine is dead So would you let me be, let me be The bastard waleis That I was meant to be tonight? So would you let me be, let me be The bastard waleis That I was meant to be? I was meant to be I was meant to be I was meant to be |