When I think of you
I think of all the things
That we shared
That we did
That you took away
With that awful thing that tore it all apart
That thing you call your hope
My darkness
And my freedom
I think of all the things
That we shared
That we did
That you took away
With that awful thing that tore it all apart
That thing you call your hope
My darkness
And my freedom
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