Holding my heart in your hands
Making me feel the perfect lands
Paradise, so close to me
Hell will soon be a memory
So strong you've made me
and so weak
I've never before been so meek
So dependent on an others words
Dying to hear us called love birds
No, dying to see your precious face
so that you'll fill my heart with your grace.
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