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It’s late
By your window, a story ends

Two flames, broken fingers
And false pretence

So here we stand in the arms of fate
Here we stand ten years too late


And I can hear you call for my loveless arms


See my love
I did escape you, I broke the lock

And I trained my heart to hate you
I carved it into rock


But I can hear you call for my loveless arms
And I still see you fall as I run so fast


And here we stand in the arms of fate
And here we stand ten years too late


And I can hear you call for my loveless arms


Well I am not a bow and arrow
Or a slingshot at your side
So please don’t, don’t try and use me
To make others treat you kind

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