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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