Head and shoulders above all the rest, you climb to the top of the list. My love, the strain on my shoulders reminds me of the night when I first gazed up a face that makes eyes swell. With tears that just won't quell this riotous beat of a heart that can only feed on the darkness of a hell below us. Overwrought tearing apart our every thought of hope to save one soul a hope to make me whole again. Down from a hundred to one. Count: down from a hundred to one. Lord, pray that you bring us a sun tomorrow. Out of a wedlock cosmo torn, a place where healing starts, holding a Berlin heart. Are you fading? Don't stop waiting. Donors of excitement in this Berlin heart. Fight our way to the top of the list without anything but a fistful of a glory that can only come form a power that gives and takes us all. Don't come for me I'll come to you. Don't come for me. I'm counting. Down from a hundred to one. Count: down from a hundred to one. Count: down from a hundred to one. Count: down form a hundred to one.
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